Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Little Bowerbird

After going to reading time at the library, visiting a cafe, and the playground, the little Bowerbird is still up for adventure. "I don't want to go home yet mummy, I want to go to the fairy forest". Mmmmm.

It's 8 degrees outside, and we're already chilled from a long play at the playground, but we're all rugged up. At least it's not raining. OK. The pine plantations are very fairy like in my little one's eyes, they are so different to the Australian bush. She grabbed a stick and pointed it at things, chiming "detective, detective, detective". There were lots of mushrooms, including many slippery jacks, beautiful mossy rocks, dainty flowers, and pine cones. The fairy outfit wasn't perfect for a walk in the forest and there was some carrying required. I have very little say in what she wears these days, disagreeing with her choice results in tears, so it is generally not worth pointing out issues of practicality. Of course we were in the shade, and it was cold, but we were too busy exploring to really mind.  We filled a bag with pine cones for the fire, and added a pretty rock. Finally she was ready for home and to be warmed by the fire.

A day all about the little Bowerbird. So much more fun than the housework that is screaming for my attention. At least we have a nice basketful of fire-lighters.


  1. Sounds like a perfect day to me too

  2. My favourite kind of days. And look at your little bowerbird...gorgeous! You live in a pretty special part of the world xoxoxo


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young