saturday, best day ever

 

Had a great coffee with the two girls, in Newtown, today. Just across the road from Stacks of Wax. Maxed out on wax after the caffeine. My car is so small that we only just fit three of us, and all the candles, on the way home. Wedding prep list – illumination CHECK.

We’re all at an age that there’s so much joy in time spent together. Smiles and so much laughter today.

First thing was breakfast closer to home. Ice whipped our legs while we queued for a table. Apparently the eggs benedict was ‘best ever’ and worth the wait and the shivering…

Then, the last dress fitting. I don’t know how to describe the love felt in that shop. What a wonderful job that young man has – creating such beautiful taffeta things, making countless women so happy.

We did the tiniest bit more shopping between bridal wear and candles, along with a mad dash through rain and an abundance of giggling.

Tonight, with the heater struggling to take the frost off us, and the cats a pair of curly curls in amongst us…we ate schnitzel and cabbage together, watched the rugby and talked about the holiday to come.

Probably a whole day of ‘best ever’. Saturday.

 

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beach birds

 

kookaburra welcome 

brush turkey day one

 

magpie

wild rabbit day two

 

king parrot 

brush turkey day three

 

magpies

lorikeets late to the party day four, ate from my hand

 

possums running races on the roof every night

 

wedding down at whalie night three

so much rain, the cold is coming and the first fire night four

one more day, one more night

 

tranquility

 

It’s absolutely perfect. I’m lying on the deck – on the sunbed, eyes closed. The calendar says spring but this sunshine is strong summer.

I’ve pulled my tshirt up to expose bits of flesh that haven’t seen the sun, haven’t felt fresh air! in months…thinking of taking my jeans off.

I am quite secluded, hermitted away here.

You think you hear nothing but there is no silence.

In this ‘silence’ I hear the wind. Or rather, the many plants brushing against themselves, and each other, as the wind visits.

I hear the sea. I wish there was a word, not overused, to describe that sound; and how happy it makes me feel. I imagine myself tossed about by those waves – the salt healing my skin along with this sun.

And the longer I lie here the more varieties of bird call I hear. Talking to their own family? Or do they all understand each other’s language…

There is such calm, and profound joy just being in this place.

Within a short time the wind has taken the sun’s power. And then the clouds roll over it, white and fluffy, diluting the warmth further… The sounds have changed as well. I hear a seaplane, and a siren. Real life and daytrippers are out there.

 

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This morning, a very small bird swooped me 🙂 A baby kingfisher I think. Testing it’s tiny muscle. Ha ha yes, you can share my breakfast, no need for the display little one.

If I hold my hand out flat, like offering apple to a horse…would a bird eat out of it without pecking right through my palm? Stay tuned – I may try that tomorrow.

breakfast for two

 

go down to the water’s edge

 

There are fleas in my bed, mucous in my chest, and blank space in my heart.

It’s a little cold but at least that means the fever has gone.

Today I left the house for almost the first time in a week – for a meeting at work. When I came home I coughed, cried and slept; over and over in no particular order.

Feeling sorry for myself. First world problems of course.

 

virus flattened me

body, soul, down together

this too shall pass, right?

 

but I’ll still be me 😉

 

When the sea is at the end of my line of sight…I’m a happier, calmer, no care me 🙂 I’ll be there in a few weeks.  This week’s photo challenge reminds me to either look through my so many photos of water…or shut my eyes and see my sea. Mood shifter.

 

north arm reserve

 

 

 

 

 

a holiday tale

 

The sounds of this place are intensely different to the city. And just wonderful. Smiley sounds. With the back doors open you can hear the waves. Who wouldn’t want to live where that’s a constant in your life… and the birds. All day either in this garden or out of sight but near, some bird is calling to another. At times a whole choir is in full and joyful voice. At night possums on the roof. Sounds like fully grown humans having a party up there – makes me smile, sometimes even laugh out loud.

 

kingfisher

the first visitor

 

I’ve only been away from the office, from home, for a couple of days but I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to open my work email account ever again.

The peace in this house, on your own, is magical.

What are the scents that distinguish it from my own surroundings? I can tell you what it doesn’t smell of! Cat pee and traffic. Each house has its own smell though doesn’t it. Each family maybe. This house probably mimics my sister’s house. She is here most often and so it’s probably her place til I’ve been here a few days and don’t notice. This time of year burning timber, ash…and for now my yak blanket. Late at night, when I went out to get my laptop charger, I inhaled red wine – since I don’t drink that’s the smell of last weekend’s alcohol lingering.

Sights? Clean lines, mostly white with a little blue. A nautical theme to the furnishings I guess. Someone went a bit overboard – pardon the pun! It’s a little sterile and cold, minimalist. The contrast from the colourful mess of my inner city life is huge. It’s not me but for an escape I like it. If I lived here, if I owned it, I’d mess it up in no time. And beyond the decoration – the great blue sea and sky. Changing colour all day long, always hypnotic. To the side of the house the lights of two neighbours. The positioning of his curtains as he changes his default location during the day. I used to think the old man next door had tourettes. At random times of the day you can hear him yelling obscenities on his deck. He doesn’t like brush turkeys in his yard, that’s all.

 

horizonNew Zealand is out there somewhere

 

Leave the house for a while to smell and see the great Australian bush – a colonial painting. Let my camera be my brush.

 

eucalyptsmajestic eucalyptus

 

The feel is comfort. No expense was spared in the blue and white world. The couch was custom made and is sink-into-able. The beds and doonas are a big hug. The feel is relaxed. Shoulders down, breathing slowed, calm…no rush, nothing to do, no worries.

The taste is whatever I want. Grilled mushrooms. Pikelets. Soup with zucchini, shallots and glass noodles. Lots of garlic. Fresh chilli. And twice a day some weird cinnamon and honey drink that supposedly aids in weight loss. We’ll see. I know – eat less walk more aids in weight loss…but we’ll see.

There’s another sound I love here and that’s the sound of no one talking. Silence 🙂

A young man delivered and stacked some timber for the fire today. We talked and for my only conversation in three days it was a strange one. He told me he believes he has cancer. He’s having tests this coming week. Couldn’t have them last week because his son was staying with him and he wants to hide it from him. I said I hope he has some support, are his parents near? ‘I lost my mother three weeks ago’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that, you must be under a lot of stress’ ‘My parents never treated me well, her death hasn’t caused me any extra stress’. I really hadn’t expected anything beyond hi, how are you, thanks for delivering the wood.

 

 

I like to watch…

 

Friday night and I’m sitting up in bed watching rugby league on tv. Love it!

When rugby union is on too, a big match, then I’m torn.

When the league is over tonight I only have to click the remote and then I’ll drift off to lala land to the spinning wheels of those lycra-d tour de france cyclists.

And when there’s a grand slam tennis tournament, anywhere in the world, on my screen – I’m happy 🙂

 

 

When the tennis is in Oz I’m even happier!

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/daily-prompt-sports/

moths to a flame

 

Yes, I’m drawn to art thank you.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/27/daily-prompt-art/

And here is one piece of sculpture from the Byron Bay Writers’ Festival (2011)  – what does it say to me? I suppose it’s love elusive. Jumping through hoops for love? I like the fact it’s in the middle of a paddock, and the simplicity of the material it’s made of.

I’m going back to the Festival this year just briefly. I assume they display different sculptures every year but I could be wrong – I wonder if love will be in my sight again…

 

byron