Tiny Pleasures #311: Warm Rain
I love the smell of rain on warm, dry ground. It makes the day a little adventure - sometimes trying to avoid getting wet but not really needing to because it's not cold.
I love the smell of rain on warm, dry ground. It makes the day a little adventure - sometimes trying to avoid getting wet but not really needing to because it's not cold.
So white. So soft. So fluffy on my feet. New socks are such a treat.
The vacant house next door to my friend's place has a front yard bursting with gorgeous pink roses. Given there's no-one there to enjoy them, I brought a few home and popped them in my favourite vase to give them the adoration they deserve.
I love the overlapping lines of this angled row of terrace houses in Parkville. If you look closely, you will see the many decorative heads in the masonry. They all seem to be looking out longingly at the park opposite, wishing they could go for a stroll amongst the greenery.
The beans are piled high behind me in the Ratio roastery, exuding a most delicious aroma. On the table in front there was a moment ago a perfect brownie and a dark, dark hot chocolate. They have been slowly savoured and now all that remain are brown crumbs, like soil from a table top garden.
The roses are stunning at the moment, throwing out their scented beauty to the world. Some are well tended and others grow vibrantly despite neglect, like this pink one next to a rusty gate.
The nature strip is a wonderful place for finding things you didn't know you needed. This week the next block down gifted me a BBQ smoker and a bag of lemons. Thank you neighbours, there'll be things a-cooking soon.
It's nice to hear piano. I forget how few piano players there are in the wild until I hear one and then it feels like a lovely surprise. It's also nice to hear someone else playing your instrument. I lent my keyboard to Alan Reid, a wonderful Scottish musician, for a house concert tonight and
It sounds like an English pub name, but here it's the result of serendipitous neighbourly gardening. The folks next door grow beautiful roses that I get to admire over the fence through the curtain of grape vines on my side.
One of the advantages of having terrible fences is that the wildlife drops in and hangs out in my garden. This spring I have been joined by a couple of rabbits who potter around nibbling the grass, twitching their noses, and generally being incredibly cute. Their fluffy white tails bob around when they hop and