A rush of blood to the head provoked a moment of unpacking a box (I still have many from moving last year). Not just any box, but the large, misshapen box of random and unrelated items sitting in an ugly mess in my studio. Goodness knows how paper bags, fabric garden decorations, kids airline bags, souvenirs from a trip to France five years ago and a specimen jar (unused) ended up in the same box … along with a bra that I’ve been looking for since moving! Mine is not question why, but to rejoice in the miraculous reappearance.
My mum is quite the gardener. She’s been coaxing things to grow in the hard, clay soil around the house for many years. Not everything does well, but lots of plants thrive. Among the success stories are these ox tongue lilies (Haemanthus Coccineus) which provide a spectacular greeting for visitors in the driveway. At other times of the year they are verdant green tongues protruding from the ground in clusters.
My son suggested I should watch The Skeleton Dance from Disney’s Silly Symphony series. Disney made 75 entertaining little cartoons to accompany music between 1929 and 1939. Seven of them won academy awards and Donald Duck first graced the screen in one of them in 1934. The Skeleton Dance is a beautifully crafted piece – the music and the animation are so perfectly aligned, and it’s a wonderful example of how powerful music is in storytelling.
I’m in the middle of peeing this afternoon when the doorbell rings. By the time I’ve pulled my pants up and opened the door, there’s nobody there, but a lovely box on the doorstep. It’s a delicious box of cheese and nibbles from Vegas & Rose, a birthday present from my lovely friend Karen. The kids and I sat under the back veranda chatting and nibbling on it for ages. Just the nicest thing ever!
The geraniums are oblivious to the world beyond the weather in our backyard. Watered sufficiently they pump out their fluorescent blooms to tempt the passing bees and delight the eyes of weary humans. Grown from a stolen branch, simple and bright, they seem content to be as they are, no more, no less.
This glorious autumn weather and the new slow pace of life is certainly good for one’s health. Lounging in the sun like a lizard on a rock has become a part of my daily routine. Sunshine, fresh air, feet up.
Not long after my box of wine arrived on my doorstep this morning another parcel came. A small paper bag, complete with a wave and a smile from the delivery boy. I smelled the contents and popped it in the darkness of the pantry. I now have a good supply of delicious, organic garlic from Slaty Creek Organics. Thanks Ross!
So, what shall I cook?
Songwriting is a strange process. Sometimes the song is a struggle most of the way, but you get there in the end. Other times it seems to spring out of nowhere. And then there are all those in betweens. In my books, when I write the lyrics to a verse one day and the second verse pops out complete the next morning, I’m on the easy end of the scale. Just hoping the third verse will emerge in a similar fashion tomorrow morning with my coffee.
I default to my sewing machine over a needle and thread ninety percent of the time. Today, however, I picked up the needle to craft my bows. Seated on the carpet in the north sun flooding my lounge room, I sat and stitched my satin bows into gathered plumpness. Twas a beautifully gentle and relaxing activity to sooth my weary bones and still my mind in these troubled times.
I checked my emails this morning and there was more than one from a wine company. Happy Birthday, they said, here’s a little voucher to make your day better. All those calls where I end up apologising for not purchasing, claiming my credit card is empty and my cellar is full, might have worn me down. I might just make a little birthday purchase and enjoy the anticipation of a parcel on its way.
Update: I did order myself a birthday box of Chardonnay as a little treat 🙂