Moon Madness
07/11/2014 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIt was a crazy thing to do. Was having an inspirational evening at a cafe overlooking a gorgeous memorial park. First there was the obligatory peek in the daily paper followed by a catch up on the gossip in Nanoland. Then it was time for some proper plotting and planning. It was a gorgeous crisp and crunchy sunny day not at all stinking and steaming hot as is usual for this time of year.
So as the clock slowly approached 6pm I had to decide whether to lurk a little longer or to follow the original serpent agenda of catching a bus into the city and going to the jetty to watch the full moon rising. The lure of the moon tempted this lunatic serpent. Arrived at the jetty five minutes before moonrise at 7.11pm. There was a choice to be made. To return on the same bus ticket at no extra cost which meant catching the return bus at 7,25 meaning a pissy ten minutes of moon gazing or to wait an hour for the next bus and pay a second bus fare back to the Lair.
But this is November and along with the cost of a second ticket, waiting an hour for the next bus meant not getting back to the Lair until just before 9pm. Sixty minutes of precious writing time squandered on chasing moonbeams.
With 20/20 hindsight it would have been better not to bother with the celestial beasties and to make the most of the muses while they were visiting.
Tuesday was especially inspiring. After reaching the daily word count quota it was time to celebrate with a glass or two of red sitting outside in the garden gawking at the gorgeous ball of cheese in the sky.
Slinked out to sit in the green plastic chair only to discover that some one else had the very same plan. An absolutely adorable frog had got there first. It was sitting there seemingly staring at the moon. It was such a magical moment. The little critter was completely quiet. Not a squeak or a squawk to be heard. Here’s hoping it was a pobblebonk or a banjo frog. It was way too cute to be a creepy cane toad. Eventually it hopped onto the rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds before making a getaway into the sweet potato patch.
Having froggies in the garden is such a good omen and this was the second time ever that I have ever actually seen one. Years ago when I had the girls I spotted a little critter. They came over to look and carried on like it was the world cup final. The pair of them pecked the pretty little critter to death and Izzie still feels guilty so many moons later.
Word must have gotten around because the cute green creatures kept out of sight until Tuesday night.
Here’s hoping that their days of hiding are over along with their gorgeous distant relatives the big fat blue tongued skinks. One of these gorgeous critters was sunbathing on a rock in the serpent’s garden a few months ago. Spent hours just gawking at the gorgeousness of this adorable monster who had come honour Izzie with its presence.
I am such a sucker for creepy crawlies and interesting creatures.
So as the clock slowly approached 6pm I had to decide whether to lurk a little longer or to follow the original serpent agenda of catching a bus into the city and going to the jetty to watch the full moon rising. The lure of the moon tempted this lunatic serpent. Arrived at the jetty five minutes before moonrise at 7.11pm. There was a choice to be made. To return on the same bus ticket at no extra cost which meant catching the return bus at 7,25 meaning a pissy ten minutes of moon gazing or to wait an hour for the next bus and pay a second bus fare back to the Lair.
But this is November and along with the cost of a second ticket, waiting an hour for the next bus meant not getting back to the Lair until just before 9pm. Sixty minutes of precious writing time squandered on chasing moonbeams.
With 20/20 hindsight it would have been better not to bother with the celestial beasties and to make the most of the muses while they were visiting.
Tuesday was especially inspiring. After reaching the daily word count quota it was time to celebrate with a glass or two of red sitting outside in the garden gawking at the gorgeous ball of cheese in the sky.
Slinked out to sit in the green plastic chair only to discover that some one else had the very same plan. An absolutely adorable frog had got there first. It was sitting there seemingly staring at the moon. It was such a magical moment. The little critter was completely quiet. Not a squeak or a squawk to be heard. Here’s hoping it was a pobblebonk or a banjo frog. It was way too cute to be a creepy cane toad. Eventually it hopped onto the rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds before making a getaway into the sweet potato patch.
Having froggies in the garden is such a good omen and this was the second time ever that I have ever actually seen one. Years ago when I had the girls I spotted a little critter. They came over to look and carried on like it was the world cup final. The pair of them pecked the pretty little critter to death and Izzie still feels guilty so many moons later.
Word must have gotten around because the cute green creatures kept out of sight until Tuesday night.
Here’s hoping that their days of hiding are over along with their gorgeous distant relatives the big fat blue tongued skinks. One of these gorgeous critters was sunbathing on a rock in the serpent’s garden a few months ago. Spent hours just gawking at the gorgeousness of this adorable monster who had come honour Izzie with its presence.
I am such a sucker for creepy crawlies and interesting creatures.
