the phone rings
earlyish in the morning.
oh hi Glen
there is a wood heater on gumtree in Pambula
I’ll check it out.
before you could blink an eye we were hooking up the trailer and setting our course south.
in bed over cuppa and toast John asks what are you doing today ?
home today all day
baking gardening blogging wood gathering
home all day…
John continues on with project of ‘keeping the rats out of here’ by closing the gap between the glasshouse and the roof.
the car that had been such a pain in the seat for me Wednesday is behaving beautifully today dragging the trailer along behind.
the fire nymph is sitting in the front of the garage under the two storey house at the bottom of a cul de sac called George Street.
we already like it, in fact John liked it before he got off the phone to Kevin
that is a bit bold I say.
eventually we rouse Wendy who yells up the yard for Kevin
shorter than me with a white t-shirt stretched taut over a bulging belly tucked into black trackie dacks
he clocks us checking out the mega white with blue trim that is really black Harley Davidson
chrome so shiny I could have checked my lipstick
sheepskin seatcovers, stereo intercom a drink holder for Wendy
who incidentally towers over hubby Kev
they have recently returned from touring Tassie 5 weeks.
I’ve buried too many mates lately, life’s too short to waste if you want to do something you’ve got to do it he says.
all the toys of doing are here from the super sized boat under a tarp to the dinghy a couple of utes and a trail bike .
Alpine X Fire Nymph made in Hastings New Zealand
wow a kiwi
Glenda deserves brownie points for this
she sure does agrees John.
the trailer is manoeurved up close to the southern verandah
and we cover our fire nymph with a blue tarp
waiting now for muscles and installation.
the phone does not ring
early morning holds bird song clear skies yoga and porridge.
the swallows have added another layer of wet mud to the wall of their nest
how high can they go before they will no longer fit between nest and roof ??
talk about friendly
a superb blue wren sits on my knee today
a small swampy camps on the verandah looks at me thru the glass when I enter the bedroom
blinks an eye watches me leave.
baking lime biscuits and the Aunt Daisy canadian orange cake
you know the one where you put the whole orange skin and all thru the mincer with raisins and walnuts .
I used sultanas instead.
I am at the sink and hear a familiar scrabbling sound tinkle clink in the bowls dept
hello Jumping Mouse.
I know it is a jumper because I chased it from pantry to kitchen and back again.
no one has ever called me sane.
it faddled around the bench the dishes behind the tiles and shot off up the curtain
aahaa…. I opened the window and pushed the curtain out gently flapping it with the metal soup ladle.
plop it fell banged the window shut tore outside but couldn’t see it anywhere
well that skedaddled quick .
good job well done a pat on the back and wash my hands.
back to greasing the trays
checking the oven temperature of Stanley.
beating the eggs singing a song.
a movement a tink a a tail disappears into the porridge pot.
how on earth ??
maybe it scuttled off the curtain and I imagined it went out.
the game continues
I want to place something over it and hover with sieve then bowl but it flounces away.
oh so cute just like a cat it it lies on its side on the floor reaching out with an arm into the gap to gather crumbs
not at all fussed by my baking activities
we are a team in this kitchen of life together.
it dashes up the blue dining room curtain
very carefully I sneak round the table climb up on a chair and ease the window open.
again I push the curtain out and race outside.
it is scampering around in free fall clinging onto a sail in the wind wheeeeeeee
its eyes meet mine briefly.
I give the curtain a shake or two and it drops to the ground and sits quietly among the leaf litter behind the rotary hoe.
this time I am certain it is out and congratulate myself .
wow what a story to tell John when he comes in from work
from acting as grocer at Sweet Home Cobargo
make the icing using lime juice paint it on the biscuits.
you are kidding
it is back romping around under the sink sprinting with that skippity jump in the air to hide under the blue cupboard.
did I say oh so cute.
I wipe my hands and set a mouse trap on the bench
I don’t see it again
but as the sun is setting I hear the trap slam and going into the dark kitchen with my one bat torch
I witness a final wave of the tail .
Jumping Mouse is flying now.
gently I place it near the lavender calling owl calling frogmouth
here is a gift for thee.
and today I remembered scotch thistle
it was the fluff of the scotch thistle that I got the kids to collect
inside that seed head is the softest fluff
absolutely perfect for teeny weeny fairy pillows.
2 thoughts on “Jumping Mouse”
Love your poetical writing. I see everything. Thanks for sharing.
thank you for coming to the faerie embassy and lovely to finally meet up with you the other day.