Another Monday Morning

An amazing morning. Coolish when we first got up, but we started shedding clothes early. All my wash is done and I plan a day's writing. Autumn is the best season here and the birds all tell us so. I haven't felt so energetic for months.

Yesterday was Mother's Day. A lovely day of relaxing. I watched my favourite shows and gardened for awhile, as my husband Frank, watched the car racing. I'm not a fan, a bit noisy for my blood.

The photo is a new hibiscus that has just flowered. They grow well here and my son, Ken, gave me another hibiscus for Mum's Day. That's eight I have now. They flower all year around so will keep a bit of colour in the garden.

Last night I listened to bats fighting in the mango trees and was worried that they were going to settle here the way they did a few years ago. Then there were thousands. So bad was the smell and noise from them that we were ready to vacate the place. They were here for months and only left when the first good rain came for the summer. Fortunately, no more have arrived so I gather they were disturbed when the new next door neighbours began cleaning up their yard. Guess we'll get a few unwanted guests in the next few weeks as resident snakes and rats are routed.

Haven't done much writing lately. Too many other things demanding my attention (or am I procrastinating?). I get great ideas around four am. but am too lazy to write them down. Naturally, I forget them by the time I settle down to commit them to paper. All those bits of lost treasure ;o)

Lost Gold.

At night
ideas come
darting like tiny bats
through my dreams,
elusive, tantalizing.

Or wake me
with wonderous words
buzzing like mosquitoes
seeking tender flesh.
They elude me at daybreak
when virtual memory overloads
and cyclonic lows
minimize creativity.

Frances Mackay. 2007