Walking the dog and Autumn.

IMG_0067the Manchurian tree

Our Manchurian pear-tree

The weather is getting to the benign state of allowing daily walks in comfort. The hot blue skies and simmering asphalts have finally given way to soft rain with dove-grey clouds keen to welcome an honest autumn. Even the TV’s weatherman has taken on a calmer stance, showing a clear bias to cooler nights and crispy mornings. Two weeks ago I moved the aircon switch from cool to heat together with adding an extra blanket on our beds.

Here in the Highlands the seasons are distinctly different and is particularly inspiring to watch in the changing of garden greens and trees. Oaks, birch, claret ash, the different beeches, maples and elms are all keen to ditch their leaves. Soon the dreaded strapped on beefy looking  leaf- blowing Bowral Burghers will announce their presence.  I’ll try and summons patience and acceptance of the things we cannot change!  Gardening as a whole has become so much noisier and taken on the form of a war against the growing of things.  I often feel that over-enthusiastic bourgeois gardeners feel it all has to be kept in check and dominated and so line up on Saturday mornings, and buy all those petrol driven equipment to achieve that.

In our housing complex the gardeners are forever being implored to keep things tidy. Some ten years ago when this complex of eight town house were built a unified garden was established which included the Virginia creeper. This creeper always gives a great display during autumn with leaves turn a bright red to burnt-orange. They are fast growers and climb happily against any wall. They use tine anchors in the shape of little suckers to climb up. However, all of those creepers were removed. They were seen as not being ‘tidy’ by the management of this complex. We insisted on keeping our Virginia creeper.  It happily grows against our garage wall each year and even sometimes climbs over a section of the roof.

Milo, our Jack Russell terrier also prefers the cooler weather. He never fails to get admirers who will stop in order to pet him. Sometime he will jump up and sniff their bags. He hopes for a treat. He was lucky a few weeks ago when a woman stopped and opened her bag with hot chicken in it and gave Milo a juicy warm piece of chicken, freshly cooked. Milo showed his pleasure by wagging his tail.

Can you imagine how nice the world would be if men would treat each other in  similar fashion? I don’t know if I will ever reach a level whereby I would offer food to other people on the streets. I do give generously to people who play an instrument or sing on the streets. I went as far as losing my shopping trolley tokens last week to a man playing the didgeridoo. I just emptied my pockets on his little blanket that he had spread on the pavement. More and more people are going hungry. In ‘rich’ Australia many children go to school without even having had breakfast. Why don’t all schools follow Finland? Twice in a row, Finland has been nominated as the ‘happiest country’ in the world. All primary schools provide lunches and have done so for decades.


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22 Responses to “Walking the dog and Autumn.”

  1. Therese Trouserzoff Says:

    Hi Gez. What a wonderful Manchurian Pear !

    I’m always cautious when you extoll the virtues off acting like a dog. We had a Parson Jack Russell – like Milo on stilts – but she was a real bugger of a dog.

    As smart as a whip, but sometimes given to nastiness – if she didn’t feel like a pat – which was often – she didn’t hold back a nip. Once she bit Emmlet 1 on the lip >>> hospital for a stitch and a tetanus shot.

    The Mrs was adamant that the doggie be put down. Emmlet 1 and I were not in favour of that and so we had a Mexican standoff.

    But let me tell you, life got a lot simpler when the dog passed on.

    Speaking of which, George our cat had the one way trip to the vet this week. Poor little bugger’s kidneys gave up the ghost – but he was 17 – which is a great innings for a Burmilla. I miss him terribly. He used to help me put the washing out and we had a stair game where he would run upstairs and play fight me through the balusters. It was really an excuse for a lot of pats.

    George caught on to the art of conversation. When I asked him a question, he would nearly always meow back – right on cue. And he was not slow starting a conversation when I was late with feeding.

    I hope Hung doesn’t read this post. He hates cats. But he never met George !

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      We used to have a George too and it lived on our farm some years back. Lovely cat but chose to live near the river and popped in at times just to say hello and then disappear again.

      Milo, our JR terrier used to snarl a bit but as far as I know never bit anyone. The most bitten victims of dog bites however are from the Terrier family. Fortunately they have a small bite, even so, not nice, except if they bite elderly ladies who steal our cyclamen.

      Milo is now 15 and still jumps in the car. He looks very endearing, one reason people open bags and give him hot chicken. Funny, I never get given treats like that, nor do I get patted. No one ever tells me; ‘you are a good boy’.

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  2. berlioz1935 Says:

    Finnland must be a country Par excellence. They probably didn’t spend their money on submarines to defend themselves against a imaginary enemy. Still, they know how to do it. I knew a Russian who was on the receiving end during the last war between their countries. He told me all about it. Finish pupils probably learn how to be good human beings instead of citizens who look for an imaginary tax cut in five years time.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Those happy countries are all from the Scandinavian or Northern Europe regions, Berlioz. They are not obsessed about lowering tax knowing full well it means less money for welfare, education and health.
      In Australia welfare is often demonised as if it is some kind of hand-out for bludgers and derelicts. This is a pity. Welfare for people makes for happy countries and good community.
      Let’s hope that at the next election things will change…We live in hope.

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  3. Julia Lund Says:

    My two favourite times of year are spring and autumn. As the trees are turning gold and red with you, here they are sprouting buds and early blossom.

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  4. rangewriter Says:

    My town also experiences 4 distinct seasons. Spring is delicious and ongoing at the moment, with still lots of snow in the mountains. Summer, well, it’s not as bad as your summers, but it’s still way too hot for me. Fall is my best season because it cools off and the trees put on an amazing show. Then there’s winter…the more snow the better.

    I agree with your comment about gardeners going militaristic with loud and energy sucking implements.

    Give Milo a pet for me. He sounds like a delightful companion, well deserving of the treats he lures from passers by.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, Milo is very popular and not a walk goes by without people stopping and admiring him. They keep asking how old he is and tell stories about their own dogs and pets. Some even carry treats and give it to him.

      I am sure if a sat on the pavement looking a bit dishevelled and out of luck, with a tin of coins for donations, Milo would make me a fortune. Milo has very pleading eyes.

      The gardens are beautiful but some overdo the perfect lawns a bit. I think it is an English thing. Whole days are spent on their knees plucking out unwanted varieties of grass, or as some call them ‘weeds’. I used to think they are praying but it is a weird addiction to ‘perfect’ lawns.

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      • rangewriter Says:

        I believe Milo is also a babe magnet. Perfect companion for any gentlemen dreaming of female attention. 🤗

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        You are right. I do get attention as well as Milo, but no petting or treats. One woman told me once; ‘If you were as good looking as your dog I would pat you too’.

        I felt a bit downcast after that. Mind you, I did say to her first; I never get any pats.’


  5. doesitevenmatter3 Says:

    Your pear tree is lovely and stunningly colorful!
    I am so glad you are all getting out for some walks!
    Milo and Cooper have a lot in common…they do attract the attention of human-beans and get rewarded on occasion for their efforts of excitement, jumping, tail wagging, sniffing, etc! HA! 🙂 Wow, a piece of warm chicken! Lucky Milo! 😀
    Yes, you are so right, Gerard, about the world being a better place if people treated each other as good as we treat our pets. 🙂
    HUGS for you and Helvi! 🙂 🙂
    PATS and RUBS for Milo! 🐕


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The Manchurian pear tree a is fast growing ornamental tree. It blossoms profusely in spring.
      Summer came back again and today the temperature reached 30C which I think must be close to 100 F.
      Some areas in the country out west have had floods and some no rain for years.
      Cooper seems a nice dog too. All dogs are nice but sometimes things go wrong and people get bitten.
      and a pat tp Cooper,

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  6. petspeopleandlife Says:

    Dear Milo. I love reading about his antics or about his life in general. You are fortunate to have him but the terriers are fairly long lived. Cute little dogs I think attract the most attention and there is nothing cuter than a Jack Russell terrier.

    It always amazed me when you write about the weather since we in the northern hemisphere are completely opposite. Here in the states, spring is in full swing with most trees fully leaved or almost. It is a lovely time of the year but I actually prefer fall.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes, the way our Milo is going I reckon he will have a few more years yet.
      We look forward to our first morning’s frost. Winters on the farm were much colder than here but generally by midday the temperature reaches 10-15C.

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  7. shoreacres Says:

    I’ve decided the reason I enjoy both spring and autumn is that they’re seasons of change. Winter can drag on a bit with its gloom, and summer’s heat gets wearisome, but flowers in spring and changing leaves in fall come with more more moderate temperatures and blue skies: a lovely arrangement, that.

    The only dog that’s ever bitten me was a chihuahua. It was aggressive and mean, and given to defending territory which wasn’t its at all. But, despite the bite and the consequent tetanus shot, the good news was that it was a very small dog, even for a chihuahua, and so my ankle didn’t suffer much.

    There is a custom here of keeping what country folk call “yard dogs,” and I always know when one of those is around. If I stop to photograph a daisy in a ditch and hear that barking begin, I make straight for the safety of the car. Some of those dogs are big, and thoroughly committed to defending their territory.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      It’s funny how we look forward to warmth when it is cold, yet when we get the wished for warmth we long for the crispy winter. Right now we are on the last of summer’s heat even though half way through autumn. What never gets complained about is rain.
      Poor farmers are either awash with flooding rain with millions of cattle drowning or, like some parts inland that are still dry, looking wishfully to the sky hoping for clouds promising downpours.

      As for biting dogs, the Pitbull terrier often features in fatal attacks. Not long ago a woman was killed by her own dog which she had reared as a puppy. Experts say it is not the breed but the owners who are at fault. I am not so sure.

      We had a terrier cross ”Spotty’ who made friends with a blue-tongue lizard. They both used to sun themselves on our farm veranda next to each other. I wished I had taken a picture.

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  8. Curt Mekemson Says:

    Nothing says thank you like a wagging tail, Gerard. Milo has the right of it! As you move into fall, we are moving into spring. Things are tuning green. The deer are looking fat and sassy, but spotty. They are losing their winter coats. Soon they will be having fawns and bringing them by for inspection. At least that;s how I like to view it. –Curt


  9. freefall852 Says:

    Talking of biting animals…Has anyone here ever gone “ferret’n” to catch rabbits?


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