These hot pink geraniums are putting on a show this summer.
This week end, while I endeavoured to complete my weekly rituals of checking the chicken house, scrubbing their water trough, replenishing the water and reorganising the straw, I sat for a moment to give a little thanks. I say ritual because these repeated acts, like a garden itself, gives me a sense of order and gratitude. Once completed, I can move on to the other areas of my day in need of attention.
This week end, though, I stopped for a lengthier time to notice how many colour combinations had appeared in the garden. There were too many to commit to one post, so I am compiling them into themes. Today’s snapshot theme is yellow – all that is pale, primrose, amber, golden or creamy has a special place in this post. So, let the show begin….
With all its simplicity in a complicated world, let us give thanks for gardens in all seasons – they are the rituals that soothe our souls.
How does your garden grow – is it a metaphor for how you live?
Up here on the Mount, winters are very interesting indeed. While the rest of the surrounding area is bathed in sunlight, here we wallow in mist and cloud cover. It’s not so bad really. I love the cold and especially the distinctive half-light of the mountain. Ten years ago it was during July when we first saw this house and garden. It was the the shimmering droplets of rain on the trees and winding pathways which attracted us the most.
However, the mountain is ever changing. Just when we think it cannot get any greyer, the garden invites us to admire its unexpected colour. In deep winter, bursts of colour illuminate the low light.
Further down the path, this giant, pink camellia has burst into bloom.
How’s your summer or winter experience?
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them
The 98th remembrance of the first diggers of WWI.
Just a couple of kilometres from our home stands a giant, white Memorial Cross. Each ANZAC Day it is the centre point for one of the many remembrance ceremonies to make this important day in our national psyche.
The 21 metre (69ft) high Cross was originally built by resident William Cameron in memorial for his son and for all those who died in WWI.
It is not a day to glorify war but one to remember the sacrifices of all those who gave their lives, not only in the First World War but all major wars since. Their families, relatives and friends now march in tribute to them and to our collective affinity…. Lest We Forget