Perfectly valid choice. I love her.

Of course I'm loving the new Florence + the Machine.

"Licking my wounds, burrowing down
In a house in the woods on the edge of town"

Talking to my soul there.

I’m going to end up making a whole frog orchestra at this rate.

Please encourage me. 😂

Today I was watering the roses, glanced up to see a wedge-tailed eagle flying low a few metres away… followed by a scolding trio of currawongs.

Pink lightning

Silver thorny devil earrings in their black box

Thorny devil earrings off to their new home! I do love making earrings for people who so obviously love our quirky wildlife too.

I picture of a frog, carved from ocean jasper, set in a pendant of stars and crescent moon, hanging from a tree overlooking the rural landscape

I kind of love this new piece. I made a little piece of Ocean Jasper into a frog and set him upon a moon. Sometimes you just have to embrace your whimsy.

A small black and white steer at the dam

Pippin decided to tweak my pony tail to see if it were really a tail.

The cuff and first part of the leg of a sock in the process of being knitted. The pattern is of acorns. The yarn is bright green and yellow. It's sitting on a fence stump with the Australian rural landscape behind it.

I cast on a sock in between farm work. Anne Hanson's acorn pattern. I am having so much fun knitting this sock.

I'm up and down the back stairs and whenever I hit the ground, the magpie Papa comes dancing over either to ask if I've seen bugs or to show off the bug he caught for his two fledgings up in my backyard tree. Nope, never been swooped.

Photo of black and white steer who is quite round

How now, round cow.

My new thing is wombat topiary

Thanks for your interest! It's lovely to be compared to Douglas Adams - if only! The leads are from Earth, but living out in the Milky Way. They're both in their 70s. She's a sensible horticulturist and he's an idealist who rescues dogs.

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A variegated fairy wren keeping an eye open from a boxthorn bush

When you realise someone is monitoring your movements...

This was a few minutes of me frantically sketching a thought only for everyone to agree that I really couldn't improve it. 🤷‍♀️ Take that AI!

A sketch of a little scottie dog at an old fashioned printing press - he's working the press and you can see little paw marks on the paper.

A gorgeous scottie dog with a little straw on his nose, walking towards the camera

I've had a thought for about ten years and finally decided to have a little fun with the thought. So I made up a little imprint for myself. Or really, in honour of Wee Davie, the bestest boy whom I dearly miss. There'll be more news down the track.

Fabled Magazine: Issue #1 Into the Woods Fabled is a biannual print and digital magazine where each themed issue delves into the wonder of tales old and new.

The Fabled Magazine kickstarter has 13 days to go! It's already funded, but there's some great stuff there if you'd like to support a great new fairy-tale publication.

Disclaimer: I might have a little column in the magazine. 😆

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Heroic looking superb fairy wren in a tree

The hero we all need.

A view of the farm in early morning light - complete with wallaby

Not a bad view to wake up to

Cow rubbing his cheek on dirt oily

Cow rubbing his cheek on dirt pile

Cow rubbing his neck on dirt pile

I honestly didn’t know cattle had dust baths till I headed down to the dam with the boys and they began to have the time of their lives.

Four, four leaf clovers sitting in a notebook

Today on my walk around the farm, I collected four-leaf clovers.

Once upon a time, I found four-leaf clovers everywhere, but then for years, not a one. I like to think this means magic is returning.

There's a lone magpie lark who announces the new day at 4am. Sigh... light pollution is putting them all out of synch.

Just look into those fierce eyes!

My sketch of a sheep looking right at you

I opened my email this morning to a rejection of one of my short stories. I went ‘baaaaaaa’

I am now counting rejections in ‘rejection sheep’

I even drew my own.

It's really a pile of material left behind by a dozer, but it looks like it has a round entrance.

This morning on the farm I stumbled upon an ancient hobbit hole.

It could be a good fixer-upper.

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One thing I wish people knew about fairy tale? There is no evidence that Cinderella ever wore fur slippers. Platform shoes, red velvet shoes, gold and silver slippers, and - yes! - glass slippers. But not fur.

I think one of my favourite bits of writing is in Stella Gibbons' "The Matchmaker."

"The chickens, wild with unaccustomed freedom, were now legging it down the lane as hard as they could go, amid peals of hysterical chicken-laughter."