Category Archives: ENJOYMENT

“If you eat from the land, then you connect to it in a profound way. I enjoy being part of that link to the seasons and the identity of the land.” LEONIE, NORRINGTON


“I was certain that if you offer a child the widest possible range of food from the earliest age in a loving environment, if you eat together as often as possible, and demonstrate your own enjoyment of flavour and texture and conviviality, that child will eat well forever, and will enjoy being with others around a table for the rest of his or her life. After all, that is the lesson of my own life.”


The tiger takes the leap, the eagle spreads its wings

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Mr Smith by D.H. Souter

“Mr. Smith of Tallabung
Has very wicked ways.
He wanders off into the bush
And stays away for days.

He never says he’s going;
We only know he’s gone.
There’s lots of cats like Mr. Smith,
Who like to walk alone.

He plays that he’s a tiger,
And makes the dingoes run.
He scratches emus on the legs
And plays at football with their eggs;
But does it all in fun.

And then, one day, he’s home again,
The skin all off his nose,
His ears all torn and tattered,
His face all bruised and battered,
And bindies in his toes.

He wanders round and finds a place
To sleep in in the sun,
And dream of all the wicked things
That he has been and done.

Mr. Smith of Tallabung
May be a bad cat;
But everybody likes him –
So that’s just that.”

“Australian Bush-Babs” by D. H. Souter

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Nobody’s ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?

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The Tragedy at Mini-Beastie Hall

In Beastington  a family lived, who made a “Beasts R You,”
It was a section of a garden – well, a mini-beastie zoo.
The little creatures all moved in and crawled around the wall,
And the lovely name they gave their home was Mini-Beastie Hall.

“Let’s throw a lovely party, if the family gives consent.
We’ll plan a meal, arrange some games, get invitations sent.”
The news got round, the day arrived, guests came to “Beasts R You”.
What a really lovely place to live, it’s exactly like a zoo.”

A ladybird, a grasshopper, slugs and worms came too –
It was such a nice occasion and the party grew and grew.
One brought his own computer – the spider’s name was Fred.
“I’ve had a  lovely thought” he said “You can learn to surf the web.”

“A computer’s such an asset for your lovely little park
I’ll teach you how to crawl the web – if you wait until it’s dark!
I don’t want you to bug it, or to introduce a worm –
I’ll only teach you one by one – just wait and take your turn.”


So, one by one they entered: “Just what can we achieve?” –
But a tragic thing then happened, for no-one seemed to leave.
Mini Beastie Hall went quiet, there was no-one on the wall –
Which was really not surprising – Fred had eaten one and all.

Poems about insects and spiders by Josie Whitehead

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by Shel Silverstein

So what if nobody came?
I’ll have ALL the ice cream and tea,
And I’ll laugh with myself,
And I’ll dance with myself,
And I’ll sing, “Happy Birthday to me!”

 Shel Silverstein

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Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds


People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”

– Carl R. Rogers

This story’s right, the story’s true I would not tell lies to you Like the promises they did not keep


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“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.” 

― Edward Abbey

Did you soar into the clouds, impossibly?



We see quite clearly that what happens to the nonhuman happens to the human. What happens to the outer world happens to the inner world. If the outer world is diminished in its grandeur then the emotional, imaginative, intellectual, and spiritual life of the human is diminished or extinguished. Without the soaring birds, the great forests, the sounds and coloration of the insects, the free-flowing streams, the flowering fields the sight of the clouds by day and the stars at night, we become impoverished in all that makes us human.

Thomas Berry

No man ever wore a scarf as warm as his daughter’s arm around his neck.

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I’d much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they’re the first to be rescued off sinking ships.
Gilda Radner

When you follow in the path of your father, you learn to walk like him.

Ashanti Proverb

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“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Don’t make me laugh, I’d much rather cry.

― Ellen Hopkins, Identical


“Even here is something sad and terrible. But the impression is fleeting, and serves only to give a greater acuteness to the enjoyment of the moment. It is like the sadness which you may see in the jester’s eyes when a merry company is laughing at his sallies; his lips smile and his jokes are gayer because in that communion of laughter he find himself more intolerably alone.”

― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

It had all been a storm in a teacup. ― David Howarth


“But when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup.”

― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea