This past weekend, I went to the beach. Can you see it? there is water just between the gaps in the far trees. There would have been pics of the beach too except I was at the whim of a rambunctious young terrier and there’d have been no flat horizon in any image I tried to get.

But sometimes, you have to abandon plans and just be. And it was hilarious following the antics of this pup. He was certainly living every moment.

So this weekend, there are trees and trees at twilight. And they weren’t half bad.
ps If I was a twitterer, I’d also be hash tagging things like awesome weekend, great company, laughter, singing and timeout.

Day 1 of random poetry posting

Game play
I spy a flat-floor fountain
a whale spout
a burst pipe
throwing water at the sky
I spy a daughter
who dances in the fountain
all her clothes a-cling
her grin wide and wonder-full
at the splash
the rain
I see a mother
who squats at the edge
the very edge
her grin overlays memories
of other times
other fountains
of perfect party clothes
and must-stay-dry shoes

The NEW Younger Sun

Today, I shared Seadog with young readers at the official opening of the relocated, bigger and brighter Younger Sun Bookshop in Yarraville. After we read about my rapscallion but very lovable dog, it was time to decorate their own Seadogs. 

Loved the different versions. Most added seaweed, but others preferred their Seadogs just coloured.

The new Younger Sun has a room set up for storytelling and storytalking.

Plenty of space to share bookish things

I wish them all the best in their new home. Well worth an excursion.  


VLine, Victoria’s regional rail network has been having some challenges lately, with wheels and boomgates and schedules, so they offered free travel for first a week, then another.

We thought we’d avail ourselves and planned a trip to Clarkefield to meet family for dinner. We had an unexpected wait for our train (see previous challenges) and investigated a little park in Footscray that is tucked between rail and road. Twas a very contemplative wait and I resisted the urge to search for a plaque that revealed the park and rotunda history.

This sculpture is in Collins St in Melbourne. ‘the Storyteller’. Love it!

This morning, I had half an hour’s wait in Williamstown so the dog and I went a-walking. She loved all the unfamiliar scents. I loved the stillness and movement and light. The fishermen had coffee left in their thermos, the volunteers on the museum boat were testing their PA system. The new school in the old Customs House was just waking, and the students were arriving.

Same hour, same pier, different perspective. Magic.