To Bendemeer and back


Last weekend I travelled to Bendemeer (Tamworth district, NSW Australia) for the opening of the “Colours of Autumn Bendemeer Art Show”. It was a new experience to see my work hanging amongst so many other people’s paintings. The countryside was lovely, people friendly, and I had a nourishing few days painting with friends under trees overlooking golden paddocks on their property.

As I drove up to and back from Bendemeer along the highway, I was bemused twice, once in each direction, when I hit the spot where signs call out,”FALLING ROCKS. DO NOT STOP” Something about these signs always seems very wrong. I mean, if I stop, what are the chances of a rock actually falling exactly where I am? On the other hand, I admit that if I stop, I’m in that particular spot and a sitting target for a lot longer than if I speed past, but back on the first hand again, if I speed past I’m likely to collect every rock that falls. It just seems a rather whimsical way of the roads and traffic authority to deal with boulders rolling onto the road...

Paddocks at the moment (autumn) are full of weeds and succulents and grasses that have devised all sorts of methods to pierce, cling to and travel along with you and your clothing. Pretty amazing to think that they have evolved to include socks in their life cycle...

”Cobbler’s pegs”

Wish The Watch Dog's Watch Worked

Gully gum

Susie, now 14, (my dog), I am convinced, is a bit touched with dementia. She is beginning to get excited about dinner earlier and earlier, in fact, almost directly after breakfast. Add to that the fact that today we went back onto eastern standard time so tea was that much later and you can understand why I was keen to take her up to the park to distract her for the extra hour until it was time for her dinner. As it turns out, my dinner was also an hour later so I had to hurry her back from the park so I could eat.


We have just had some lovely rain. Which is lucky. I installed a watering system comprising some of those hoses that leak water gently into the garden, and my ex fish pond pump lowered into the rainwater tank. Unfortunately, the pump doesn’t have enough oomph, particularly after slugs have left their silver trails sealing the hoses, so I haven’t bothered to turn it on. But because I have a watering system I haven’t thought to water the garden Hence my garden had almost expired when the rain started. Phew. Luckily the tank is now full. I expect it will be full for some time.

A friend took my very first batch of paintings away to go into an art show. They looked very exciting all tucked up in their bubble wrap, but I still feel a bit awful saying goodbye to them. They are going into the Colours of Autumn Bendemeer show, and I’ll go up for the opening to say hi to them. I don’t know whether I’ll be more disappointed if they don’t sell or if they do. I must get over that!

The latest paintings include a storm brewing in Tasmania.

Happy Easter Bunny!