Yawwwwwn. I was up until 1am last night making mail-art gifts for some friends. Those parcels (three of them) are not pictured here, because there wasn’t any natural light in which to photograph them once I’d finished, and Mr B took them off to post when he left for work at five o’clock this morning. We are a sleepless family!
After two weeks of viruses rolling through our family, taking us down one at a time and working through each of us and then having the audacity to try and start all over again… after two weeks of being more up at night than down, and washing more sheets and towels and little pyjamas than I ever thought it was possible to wash, this weekend finally offered the hope of a reprieve. Nobody was ill, everybody kept down their meals, and we managed to wash and dry and fold and put away the mountain of laundry that had become so big that at one point we entirely lost sight of our couch.
Free from family sickness (but in my weakened, possibly hallucinatory state haha), I began noticing things around me again, especially in my little garden.
All too often, I have failed to give spring the love it deserves, the love almost the entire rest of the world gives it. It’s not spring’s fault that it is the harbinger of the harsh Australian summer, that’s just the order of things, after all. But this year, for the first time since high school, I have a garden again. And that makes all the difference.
In the minutia of my tiny garden, I watch the seasons come in and out with new eyes and new appreciation. The ancient turning of planets and sun and growth and death, all played out in miniature in my little garden: a living diorama, kept alive by the clockwork mechanics of Nature and Time churning silently but relentlessly outside the four tall walls of my green little oasis.
And I, peering in, stepping in, and watching.
* The sage bush has grown at least 10 centimetres since last weekend, in the heady potion of warmer weather earlier in the week followed by soaking rains later on
* There was a honeyeater in the Chinese Lantern tree. We never see honeyeaters in the city! Also, on a warm but windy Wednesday, two little doves happily sunbathed on the grass out the front of the children’s cubby house
* The coriander that I thought had died last year is once again alive and flourishing and ready to season big bowls of summer guacamole
* All the dormant trees are budding into life. The pomegranate tree is beyond budding – it has exploded into spring green
* Bluebells! Bluebells everywhere!
* One of my original camellia bushes has gone to god
The warm spring-rain was way too persistent for my tiny little cactus-in-a-pot, so I brought it inside, and that’s what inspired this round of prickly mail-art. Once I got onto a cactus-and-succulent roll, it was hard to stop. These little guys are just so fun to draw!