Archive for November, 2011


Blue sky above Macdonnell Ranges

Photo 1 - Outside My Studio Window

When I’m sitting at my desk Photo 1 is what I’m seeing. That is part of the Alice Springs golf course  outside our back fence. I haven’t played on it yet, because I haven’t had a chance to learn golf, but that is on my to-do list before leaving here. Early in the morning I will walk around it, though, before the golfers come out. I’m a little afraid of getting lobbed in the head. The hills are part of the MacDonnell Ranges , which surround the town.

Our garden in Alice Springs

Photo 2 - Outside our back door

Photo 2 is a picture of our back yard. I’ve come to know that gardening, digging in the dirt, looking for the first sprouts, and fostering plants, feeds my soul. The desert soil needs a lot of help before it will produce much. So I’ve started a compost bin and have been building up the soil with mulch and green stuff. It is spring here now. I’ve planted beans, a pumpkin vine, and lettuce in the bed against the wall. We’ll see what survives the nematodes, the rabbit, the birds, and the aphids.

The words flow as I am able to let go of myself. And it’s easy to lose myself in the wide open sky, the leaves gently blowing in the breeze, or the shadows on the lawn.

Excerpt 1

It was hard to choose what should be the first excerpt. All I can say is those readers who are expecting a smooth, glossy, ‘middle-of-the-road’ read will be disappointed. As a person, I do not like to dwell on negative, or tragedy. But in real life it happens. It is how we deal with it that shapes how it affects us.

Remember, your comments are always welcome.

A short excerpt from “Three Sisters Exclusive”, by Kerry Tickle

The door slams open as I hang up. Lee Jxxx strides through it and leaps over the chair in front of my desk, instead of walking around it like everyone else. Lee’s extra energy adds to his already impressive size. My office is a decent size, but it immediately seems overcrowded and small.

“Nice place,” he notes, looking around. “But it seems a little…” he pauses. “Ahh, no matter, you’re still getting settled.”

“Just say it’s a mess. I know it is. Heck, you know I’m not a clean freak.”

Lee looks me up and down, and grins. “Sure glad to know there’s still some of the Sam Pxxx I knew inside that suit. How about grabbing some lunch over at Lisa’s Cafe?”

Walking across the street with my old buddy, the comfortable ambiance of my hometown washes over me. I had tried living in several places before making the decision to move back. I’d settled in each place, thinking it would be where I would build my client base and law practice,  Continue reading

The Three Sisters

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