The ivy and I are having a turf war. Not content with the neighbour’s garden, it wants to take over the world. My trusted sword (the secateurs) is helping me keep it from advancing further than the fence, but it persists most valiantly. In the right light, its doomed optimism is quite attractive.
My street has a couple of well-tended gardens and some magnificent plants (remember the pink magnolia I posted a while ago?), but in the main most of us are not up to much. Along my driveway fence, however, the neighbours have been so lovely as to plant a row of wonderful and varied roses. I wandered out to check the mail today and was greeted by this peach beauty, basking in the sunshine. Her perfume is as divine as her colour.
Nigella says to eject the seeds from a pomegranate you just cut it in half and tap it with a wooden spoon. My experience says you have to whack the hell out of it for at least five minutes in order to dislodge a tiny handful. Nevertheless, I am always stopped in my tracks by the fruit hanging on the tree, like a Christmas bauble. The stunning orange globes set against the backdrop of remarkably small leaves.
This one caught my eye in the forecourt of the Northcote Uniting Church as I wandered into a Melbourne Ukulele Festival gig.
A wander around the Adelaide Botanic Gardens, en route to the National Wine Centre, took me past the Lotus Pond. It is a forest of giant green leaves, with the impossibly pretty pink flowers rising tall above. Swaying in the breeze like some strange kind of radio receivers, the spent flower heads face the sun, in various shades of green, rust and brown. From deep within, hidden from view, a cranky water bird honks it’s disapproval at my presence.
Geoff and I added this song to our list today for a new project we’re cooking up. I love the underlying train rhythm that keeps it gently moving while the lyrics conjure up images of everyday life. It’s a beautiful film clip too, worth watching right to the end for two hands that meet.
Shiver Me Timbers is such a beautiful song. Digging deep into a song to learn it properly is always a fascinating process, but some songs are like medicine for my heart too. This is one of those and I’m very much looking forward to playing it at my Tom Waits gig on the 4th December.
Winter days may often be chilly, rainy and windy, but they can also be still, sunny and beautiful. I went for a stroll in the gully this afternoon with my daughter to look at toadstools. I wasn’t going to go, but she convinced to me to put my gumboots on and wander down the hill. The toadstools are fabulous, and we have the changeable weather to thank for their existence, as they need some rain, some chill and some sunshine to appear. It’s easy to forget how good it is to wander slowly, simply observing the world.
Spotted in Bilbao on my last trip to Europe. A tower of flowers purely to add beauty to the space.