Love and Loss

In Flanders Fields…

by frogpondsrock on November 11, 2013

in Hope,Love and Loss,Sadness

Robin Roberts Photography (27)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lt Colonel John McCrae. 3 May 1915

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by frogpondsrock on April 15, 2013

in Arty stuff..,dragons,Love and Loss,photography

tree spirittree spirit 3tree spirit.

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Hey Mum.

by frogpondsrock on April 11, 2013

in cancer,Grief,Love and Loss

I went to ring you the other night. I saw the lights were on in your house and I thought, I will just give mum a quick ring.

I hate it when that happens.

Mum and Amy July 2008

mum smiling

Mum and dad on their wedding day 1965

Today is My Mothers birthday, Mum would have been 68 today.

11/04/1945 – 24/06/2009

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Tasmanian Bushfire Sky

by frogpondsrock on January 7, 2013

in fauna and flora,Love and Loss,real life

I am sitting here with all the doors and windows closed trying to keep my house as cool and as smoke free as I possibly can. The air is thick with smoke from the many bushfires currently burning around Tasmania. My eyes are stinging slightly and I am thankful that I have good lungs, I am also thankful that there aren’t any  fires burning close to us.

Friday was a horror day for Tasmania. It was over 42 degrees up here in the midlands, my temperature gauge is in a shady spot on the front verandah so I have no idea what the temperature was out in the full sun. But it was hot, very, very hot.

The wind was blowing a gale, the tops of some of the dying eucalypts were snapped off by the wind, turning them from potential firewood into widow makers.

widow makerSome other trees simply snapped in half.

trees snapped in half

My raspberries, shrivelled on the canes.

raspberries dried on the cane

Spiders succumbed to the searing heat and fell, dead onto the concrete path. Poor black house spiders killed by the heat radiating from their own house. I also found dead lizards, beetles and other insects. It was a hard day for everyone.

dead skink

I stayed inside and tried to distract myself with the cricket, but of course there was no distraction large enough to work, as Tasmania burned.

This was the view from my front door, looking towards the west. The smoke is from the large bushfire at Lake Repulse in the Derwent Valley.

smoke from the fire at lake Repulse

This was the view from the balcony, looking south east towards the large fire at Forcett.

smoke from the fire at Forcett

On the Friday night, the wind finally dropped a bit and I took this photo, which ended up on the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald.

bushfire sky

Tasmania is still burning.

Map of Tasmania

The Red Cross has set up an appeal and you can donate by clicking onto the image below.

Red Cross Appeal

Thank you for all your facebook messages, emails, tweets and DM’s enquiring about Veronica and myself. We are safe for the moment, though it is heartbreaking to see the devastation of my small island state.

Once the weather settles down a bit and the scale of the catastrophe has become apparent, I will be organising a fundraiser for the Primary school at Dunally, as I know first hand how traumatic it is when your child’s school burns down.

Pray for some rain for us internet, lots and lots of rain.

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Yesterday I discovered that Joe Hockey had called me a troll and blocked me on twitter.  My dastardly crime that had caused Joe Hockey to call me a Labor Troll was the reposting of one of his own tweets.

I will say that again, my trollish crime was re-posting one of Joe Hockey’s own tweets.

Oh dear Joe Hockey, Oh deary dear. Is this what our politicians have come to? Reduced to name calling and public hissy fits because a member of the public questions their own words.

It was your own words I was responding to Joe, not Labors words, not a PR piece or a smear campaign designed to discredit you, but your own words, Joe Hockey.

Let’s start at the beginning shall we.

I posted this image onto my frogpondsrock facebook page knowing full well that it would also auto-tweet to my  frogpondsrock twitter account

Joe hockey tweet.
The caption that goes with the image is,

“Joe Hockey went too far with this tweet. He has since deleted it, but unfortunately for him, it doesn’t undo what he said. Kudos to the people who called him on it.”

As twitter is a tool for  conversation, naturally a conversation ensued.

twitter conversation 1


twitter conversation 2

I was prepared to let the matter drop until my friend Zoey told me that Joe Hockey was now referring to everyone as trolls. So Of course I clicked over to Joe’s public profile on twitter and read his tweet.

Now I was grumpy.

Joe hockey tweet

My indignation most certainly was not faux Joe. My indignation is very real and it comes from the fact that I am a real live human being who has lost both her parents and I know first hand how desperately sad my first Christmas without my father was and how terribly sad my Christmases have been without my mother.

That is where my indignation stemmed from, from my humanity and my sympathy for our Prime Minister’s loss.

I take great offense at being called a Labor Troll and in my pique I went to retweet Joe’s tweet so that I could wail loudly about my trolldom, only to find that he had BLOCKED ME!

My indignation had spiralled from supposedly faux to  extreme in 140 characters or less.

Look Internet, HEAR ME IN MY INDIGNATION, Joe Hockey has BLOCKED ME.

Joe Hoceky blocks Frogpondsrock

I then became very Hmphy and started a very loud conversation on twitter and facebook about wussy politicians who block normal decent VOTERS.


more tweets

The different tactics and approaches of the LNP politicians towards women online compared to their labor counterparts is a wide gulf that needs to be closed.

The Prime Minister invites female bloggers to morning tea and Christmas drinks and shows herself to be appraochable and human.

Joe Hockey as a highly placed member of the opposition blocks women online and calls them names.

Good work Joe, good work indeed.

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The loneliness of the dying.

July 19, 2012

I have been thinking about death and dying a lot this week. As the birth of my newest grandchild rapidly approaches, thoughts of my mother fill my day. My mother had a good death, if there is such a thing, she was surrounded by her family, we held her hand and I was the one […]

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The Kiss.

October 20, 2011

My grand son, Isaac gave me a kiss yesterday. This might not seem like a very big deal to most people, but to me it was one of those golden moments, where I was left with the taste of strawberry lollypops on my lips and love in my heart. This was my very first proper […]

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June 29, 2011

It is winter and my hands are cold. I am sad and tired. I miss my Mother more than I could ever have imagined and I am fighting off a bout of self pity. I don’t ask the question Who is going to comfort me Because I know the answer. I am tired Tired of […]

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Thank Goodness for Dory

May 17, 2011

Because if it wasn’t for her I would have stopped swimming long ago. This blog is only a slice of my life, it is a tiny snippet of how things are. I use the blog to get the words out of my head. I write out the sad, press publish and then walk away. The […]

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Sunday Selections #4

January 30, 2011

This week I have had itchy writing fingers coupled with limited time at my desk, so scattered sentences have been tumbling around in my dreams, of course when I wake up all the words have gone into hiding and I haven’t had the time to hunt them down. It has been a tumultuous week that […]

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