― Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing
From the hollow trees in their native home
them old fellows cut the honeycomb.
On honey and little white grubs they fed,
’cause them young bees was blackfeller’s bread.
That’s why they was so mighty and strong
in their native home in Currarong.
An’ them old fellers’ drink was honey-bul;
honey and water, a coolamon full.
Naked through the bush they went,
an’ never knew what sickness meant,
them native bees could do you no harm,
they’d crawl all over your honey-smeared arm.
But them Eyetalian bees, they’d bung
your eyes right up. When we was young
we used to rob their honey-trees,
Savage! they’d fetch your blood, Them bees
would zoom an’ zing an’ chase a feller
from Bombaderry to Bodalla
Well Old Uncle Ninah, and Billy Bulloo
Old Jacky Mumbulla, King Merriman too,
them fierce old fellers, they’re all gone now.
An’ the wild honey’s still in the gumtree bough.
Carl Sandburg, Honey and Salt
I stand by the river and I know that it has been here yesterday and will be here tomorrow and that therefore, since I am part of its pattern today, I also belong to all its yesterdays and will be a part of all its tomorrows. This is a kind of earthly immortality, a kinship with rivers and hills and rocks, with all things and all creatures that have ever lived or ever will live or have their being on the earth. It is my assurance of an orderly continuity in the great design of the universe.
FOTO – BOATHOUSE ON THE KALANG RIVER IN URUNGA.
Dagobert D. Runes
"From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork."
foto – january 2012 horses going home
It is held extremely unlucky to kill a cricket, a lady-bug, a swallow, martin, robin red-breast, or wren ; perhaps from its being a breach of hospitality ; all those birds and insects taking refuge in houses.
"A provincial glossary; with a collection of local proverbs, and popular superstitions"
foto – kookaburra and pigeon in raleigh nsw jan 2011
Abyssus abyssum invocat in voce cataractarum tuarum; omnes gurgites tui et fluctus tui super me transierunt
Deep calls to deep in the voice of your waterfalls: all your whirlpools and waves have passed over me.
foto – gorge in the new england nsw 2005 from the mob
Take a look at A FLOATING LIFE
Summer in the Country
Summer in the country
was brushing away
flies from your face
and wiping sweat from your eyes—
watching grasses and grains
shimmer in paddocks
or sheep and cattle
grazing beyond a windbreak of pines.
Galahs clanged over the homestead.
A windmill turned
when a breeze sprung up.
Cockatoos screeched from the pepper tree.
Only crows frightened me
with their sorrowful cries
and the way they flew slowly
like black crosses.
The old slab-split shed
was a treasure-trove
of harnesses, bridles, farm
machinery, forty-four-gallon drums—
its walls covered
with cobwebs that housed
but where it was cool inside.
I didn’t miss Europe
like my parents did—
nor a Christmas without snow
I’d hear them talking about.
Summer in the country
was being given a glass of cold lemonade
and falling asleep
under a red-gum’s shade.
foto – ulmarra frog december 2009
Cha deinee rieau yn soogh y shang.
"The greedy will never feel for the hungry."
FOTO-THE MOB’S DINNER AT BILAMBIL
A collection of Gaelic proverbs and familiar phrases : based on Macintosh’s collection"
How beautiful is it to do nothing, and then rest afterward.
FOTO- CAMPING AT BILAMBIL 09
Plant not a palm tree in a house
foto – palm trees in bilambil ‘09
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me and about me, I walk,
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty
Navaho Night Chant, Looking Far West
foto – shoes in bilambil 2009
The intelligent son gathereth in summer (in his youth); but the shameful son sleepeth still in harvest.
FOTO – Ulmarra backyard
LABOUR NOT TO BE RICH.
The sleep of the labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much; but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep. Ecdes, Y, 11.)
foto – lawnmowing in Ulmarra 09
ROAD BUILT ON HOPE
Chinese. True gold fears not the fire.
POORLY sits, richly warms.
Spoken when people sit on a low stool by the fire. Kelly.
The poor seat makes the rich warming. Gaelic.
The lowest seat is nearest the fire. Irish.
Lowly sit, richly warm.
The Cyclopædia of Practical Quotations: English and Latin, with an Appendix Containing Proverbs …" 1882.
Origin of Yew Trees being planted in Church Yards. Before the invention of gunpowder, and use of fire-arms, every parish in England was obliged to have yew trees in their church yards, the branches of which were made into bows for the use of the archers ; and to this it is owing that in many of those places we find yew trees still growing ; al- though the use of shooting with bows has long been discontinued in the armies of Europe.
"Curious Antiquities, Or, The Etymology of Many Remarkable Old Sayings, Proverbs, and Singular …"
A dictionary of Spanish proverbs, tr., with illustr. from the Lat., Span …"
When one will not , two cannot quarrel." — Signifying, that two persons cannot quarrel or fight if one of them refuses.
For anglers in spring it is always unlucky to see single magpies ; but two may always be regarded as a favourable omen. And the reason is, that in cold and stormy weather one magpie alone leaves the nest in search of food, the other remaining sitting with the eggs or the young ones ; but when two go out together, it is only when the weather be mild and warm, and favourable for fishing.
"Weather Lore: A Collection of Proverbs, Sayings, and Rules Concerning the Weather" Richard Inwards. 1898.
FOTO – JAMIESONS PIZZA WEST TWEED HEADS. 2007