Life with Finn

 

Our puppy, Finn, is 9 months old now and has become a beloved member of our family. He is very different to our last dog, Cody, who was very gentle and affectionate. Finn is much more strong-willed and demanding, but he has great character and is an awesome, fun-loving little companion. In the last few weeks he seems to have calmed down a little, and sometimes, now, he will even let us sleep later than 6 a.m. in the weekends!

One of my favourite toys!

One of my favourite toys!

In the mornings I take Finn for a walk at a local reserve, beside a creek, where he sometimes meets up with his furry friends, Jess and Sam. They have a wonderful time playing together and it is a good opportunity for him to socialize. Finn is very friendly and loves to play with other dogs, but he hasn’t learned yet that some dogs are old and don’t want to play. He can be a little over-boisterous, so I have to keep him on his lead until I can be sure that other dogs we meet are happy to play with him.

Now that the days are longer, we take Finn to the river when Nick comes home from work, where we can let him off his lead, there is nobody around for him to bother, and he can run and run to his heart’s content. He loves the water and has learned to swim, although he is still a little hesitant about going in out of his depth.

In the weekends we go for long walks in the country, along rivers, or sometimes to the beach. During our explorations, we have found lots of new places to take him.

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

 

There's lots of space to run around here!

There’s lots of space to run around here!

We have a beautiful sandy beach about a forty-five minute drive away, and if we go there on a weekday, sometimes we are the only ones there.

Hurry up and throw the stick!

Hurry up and throw the stick!

I wonder if it's safe to go in and get it.

I wonder if it’s safe to go in and get it.

That wasn't so bad!

That wasn’t so bad!

I think I might bury it now.

I think I might bury it now.

We still have a long way to go with training him not to bark at the hose, the vacuum cleaner, or the neighbours, not to jump up on Grandma and Granddad, not to dig holes in the lawn, chase baby birds, steal socks, or chew the edges of rugs, toes, or watering cans.

Yes, he is a handful, and can be challenging at times, but we wouldn’t be without him.

This is a nice sunny spot for relaxing after a hard day's play!

This is a nice sunny spot for relaxing after a hard day’s play!

 

Coils And Springs and Machinery Things

Kristah Price:

Some great steampunk, vintage machinery photography.

Originally posted on Unchained Emporium:

While I was taking a break this weekend, what we were doing as a family was visiting parents/grandparents. We stayed in McDonough, GA for a couple of days and while we were there, we visited the Veterans Memorial Park. It’s a great place and you should check it out if you’re in the area. The veterans working in the museum always have interesting stories to share and the ones we’ve met have been friendly and helpful. Today’s gallery doesn’t come from inside the museum but rather outside of it. There’s a fabulous collection of contraptions that were probably used in the early 1900s (how long they were used is anyone’s guess…) and they present a wonderful series of photo opportunities. I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I enjoyed editing them. If you want more info on any of these pictures, or if you’d like to download them…

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Book Update

Originally posted on Wattle Lane:

For those of you who have read the first book in my Wattle Lane series and wondered if there was ever going to be a second one, I wanted to let you know that it is going through the editing stage at the moment, and is due for release in January.

For a little background on the Wattle Lane novels:

Down a lane, in the small town of Kerrigan, stood three dilapidated, Victorian houses, waiting for somebody to come along and give them new life.

In the first book, Scrappy Cupcake Angels, Angeline buys the end house in the lane and transforms it into a scrapbooking shop. Soon Wattle Lane Keepsakes becomes the weekly destination for four women, drawn to scrapbooking for widely different reasons. Together they help each other navigate their way through life’s challenges, and along the way they discover the true meaning of friendship.

In the second…

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Art Journal Page

Kristah Price:

A page from my art journal.

Originally posted on Where the Moths Dance:

This page in my art journal was inspired by my novel Where the Moths Dance.

The full moon bathes Gum Tree Hill Cemetery in a violet glow, casting silvery shadows across the stone angels. The wind whispers through the towering gum trees that encircle the graveyard, offering protection to all they encompass. Midnight Max, the cemetery cat, prowls stealthily between the graves, keeping a close vigil over his domain, while a solitary crow watches silently from its perch atop a gravestone. Overhead, attracted to the moonglow, moths perform a clumsy dance through the night.

While the dead rest, the graveyard is alive.

Mixed-media moths

Mixed-media moths

Mixed-media moths

Mixed-media moths

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Early Spring Garden

Our early spring garden is looking pretty this year. A friend gave me a packet of tulip bulbs for my birthday. I had never grown tulips before, so I was excited to see what they would turn out like. They are a mix of colours and look stunning in our front garden amidst the wallflowers, calendulas, bluebells and purple alyssum. Nick took these lovely photos.

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tulips

tulips

tulips

tulip

tulips

I love the faces on these pretty blue pansies.

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I have got some seeds on the go in our little shade house – tomatoes, peas, beetroot, spring onions, zucchinis, lettuces, marigolds, phacelia, echinacea, stevia, and bergamot. Nick has built a fence to stop Finn getting into the vegetable garden, so I’m able to start planting seedlings again. Finn was jumping up into the raised beds, digging and pulling out the plants. He developed quite a liking for broccoli and demolished most of the plants just before they were ready to pick. At the moment I can only garden in short bursts while Finn lies on the other side of the fence, patiently watching through the palings, until he becomes bored and starts barking and whining. Hopefully, over the next few weeks, he’ll get used to being on the other side of the fence as I spend more time in the garden.

new fence