In the immortal words of John Lennon ... love is all we need.

Betty and my younger brother Joe. Mothers Day, Kilmarnock Scotland. ♥️

All we need is a lawn.

The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley,

Chance of a shower ... said the weather forecast.

12 January 1943 to 27 January 2018. My friend Martin Currie. We always spoke on the phone this day since coming to Oz.

30 plus degrees outside. A tad warmer inside. I waited because discretion is the better part of ... being a numptie.

Solanum nigrum, Solanum americanum ... to be all Latin and botanical about it.

Canberra cancels the Midnight fireworks. We have our own. At home.

The final meal of 2024. At home with Spike Deane.

Spike Deane has a new coffee machine. And a surprisingly stylish $3 mug from K-Mart. Living the dream or what?

I worked from home today. Spike drew my attention to these small plants. Like monochrome cocktail umbrellas.

Traveling on Australia's 20th Century train service between the nation's capital and Sydney then on to Glasgow with Spike Deane

As Milton wrote, "They also serve who only stand and wait." Does that apply to cats?

Spike and Thistle The Cat enjoying the dappled shade in Spike Deane's garden.

This is a new visitor. One of three female satin bower birds pausing for a drink.

We are told to expect a long, hot summer. Already I cannot remember the last time it rained. This may be as green as it gets.

Thistle The Cat inspects the apple tree blooming in Spike Deane's garden.

Warmth returns to the Canberra morning. Brunch outdoors.