Sunday, 14 October 2012

The past is near the surface in Tasmania.

















Every time I dig in my back garden I unearth broken pieces of pottery.

I flinch when I hear them crunch under the spade, even though the crockery was thrown out because it was already broken.
And I might not look twice at a plate of the same pattern in an op-shop.

3 comments:

  1. Hello Catie,

    Loving the blog so far.
    I'm just leaving this comment here with all the other class members blog URLs, however they are all private which means you wont have access until they add you on Thursday. :)

    Simon : simontafeblog.blogspot.com
    Martyn : martyblog1.blogspot.com
    Andrew : ponderousbabblings.blogspot.com
    Mark : thebloggermark.blogspot.com
    Kim : kimpolytechnictas.blogspot.com
    Sonya : splatcat1.blogspot.com
    Josie : craigjosephine.blogspot.com
    Yvonne : smithyvonne.blogspot.com
    Melinda : learninginfolit.blogspot.com
    Hillary : hilpoltchnic.blogspot.com
    Grace : leungfish.blogspot.com

    My blog is the only public blog so far, I will confirm with you on thursday if everyone has added you to their blog list.

    Hope you enjoyed your Hanami (cherry blossom viewing)
    Happy blogging. :)

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    1. Thankyou Grace,

      Looking forward to reading these.

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  2. What a great theme for a blog. Where I live in suburbia, our house has been built on an area which used to be extensive market gardens, so we don't seem to find treasures like you do. Not that I'm a gardener at all. I can't stand the feeling of dirt on my hands, so I much prefer just to admire other people's. :)

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