When I was young, we always had mornings like this. A.A. Milne

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Morning makes the day. Sicilian Proverb

FOTO – THE COTTAGE AT DAWN BILAMBIL 2007

Standing beyond a wire fence, in weeds, against the bush that is like a wandering smoke. Robert Gray.

 

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They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just know, and therefore, I’ve concluded weeds must have brains. Dianne Benson, Dirt, 1994

http://www.quotegarden.com/weeds.html

FOTO – WEED IN BILAMBIL 2009 M.O.B.

SILENCE IS BETTER THAN SPEECH: Cambodia

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I’ve always believed in writing without a collaborator, because where two people are writing the same book, each believes she gets all the worries and only half the royalties.

Agatha Christie (1890 – 1976)

"If you have made another person on this earth smile, your life has been worthwhile." Sr. Mary Christelle Macaluso

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Ii koto ga attara, warau no de ha nakute, waratte iru kara ii koto ga aru”
We do not smile because something good has happened; rather something good happens because we smile.

JAPANESE.

http://www.japanippon.com/proverbs.htm

FOTO -KATI B SYDNEY 2007

Proverbs 17 6 Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.

FAMILY

To forget one’s ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root.


Chinese proverb

FOTO – THE BELLS AND SANDERS ON URUNGA STEPS IN THE 1950s.

Mountains have a grand, stupid, lovable tranquillity. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

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I’ve been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, ”Okay, you’ve been up on the mountain, now you go down.You’re on your own, free. Check in later, but now you’re on your own.”   Bob Dylan

FOTO – MT WARNING FROM KYOGLE ROAD AT UKI 2008

Like dreams, small creeks grow into mighty rivers.

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Bell-Birds
by
Henry Kendall
(1839 – 1882)
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By the channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;
And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.

foto –dinsey creek tweed river nsw 2008