Month: October 2026
Myall 2
This wood has its moments….generating satisfaction or frustration in about equal measure (see Myall 1).
Elder 7
Getting there.
The hardest task in the Boatshed is knowing when to stop.
I have an idea it is almost time to stop….
Remnant 2
The first patch of seedlings has endured many challenges over the years: rabbits, deer, kangaroos, drought….and (just for the record) sabotage. I could write a novel about it, if I felt inclined. This year I have piled sticks around each plant – a strategy that seems to be working. Note the rare Coast Bitter Bush (Adriana quadripartita), propagated from cuttings collected just south of the shack. The silvery bushes are Olearia axillaris, whose leaves when crushed give off an intoxicating scent. I have offered up a wee little bitty prayer (as Dad used to say) for summer rain….
Bay 1
still they drift across
sun moon in search of
kindly faces
flying south flying north
what is it
the gulls know
looking out
seems like
looking in
a gathering of terns
they must have heard
good news
this rare shell
too beautiful
to keep
old boots old hat
anchor stowed up for’ard
I’m ready
State of the boatshed 1
There is a system in the chaos – so I tell myself….
Looking south 1
A perfect shack….
Jill Pearse 1
Jill Pearse (1942 – 2024)
Pencil drawing
Leaves – one of a series – recently arrived in the Boatshed Gallery. It is a delicate still-life: beautifully observed. Jill had a sharp eye for detail. That was her great strength – and she used it well….
