some of the locals…

in the garden…

the pond that Dad made…
note American Indians with Wigwam hiding the pump and rock climbers :)

There is a little story behind this fellow. This morning I got up to see my sister standing out on the balcony only feet away from this juvenile kookaburra. I took the first picture from inside, then went around the side to take another picture. The kooka seemed quite undisturbed by our presence. My sister came and joined me with tears streaming down her face. She said that God speaks in many ways. When our grandfather died she fancied that he returned as a kookaburra. Now, the day after dad’s funeral, here was a kookaburra that was happy to just sit in our presence only feet away. She felt that God was saying he is OK and found comfort in that. The last photo I took with the close-up setting I was so close. He remained there for about an hour after we went back inside just seeming to watch us through the window.

Lovely photos, BG. Your Mum’s place looks great, obviously a gardener’s home. Love the tepee and Indians, and the figures rock climbing-so clever! The story about the Kookaburra is wonderful, and your photos of it are so good. Thanks for sharing :)

I wonder where you acquired your gardening knowledge BG?
that looks like a lovely mothers garden – in a beautiful setting.
strangely friendly kookas are rare – we had plenty of kookas on our old place but i never got that close to one.

Your Mum has a lovely place BG, now I know where you get your love of gardening from ??

Blue I am VERY sorry to hear of your Dad’s death—nad BTW your Mother has a lovely garden—

I have always said I have found strength in my day hours in my garden…. I know your mum will tooo Bluegreen:)

I am so honored to have been shown your mum & Dad’s slice of heaven on our beautiful planet.

My mum and dad have always had a love of the bush, and mum is a member of a local Native Plant Association. Her gardening was a great joy to her although I think she feels not able to do so much now. So yes, I guess I got my love of gardening from her.

My first introduction to home grown veges was when my older sister got into horticulture and started growing veges in the back yard, which mum would buy from her at the current supermarket price. I reckon mum got the best of that deal. But the difference in quality and flavour convinced me that growing your own was the way to go.

Thak you for sharing your parent’s garden Bluegreen. I’m sure that garden will help your Mum cope better with your Dad’s passing and bring her some comfort among all the memories.

Poignant tale about the tame kookaburra…