Sunday, October 9, 2016

Happy Birthday to Me

I had no plans for my birthday, other than to have no plans. As it happens, I have had one of the nicest birthdays ever. You know the ones. You want to mooch about and soak up the sun.

My second-born and I spend much of our time together and today we did what we do. Went out and people watched and had a lovely time.

In other randomly important news, the US Presidential election is turning electric. Trump is a disaster but I'm not sure why people have only just realised that. One of his Canberra fans is still a fan...

Regrets? They've had a few

My presents? Flowers, chocolate and a drill. So many people want to lend me a drill, but I have wanted my own for years. Now I have one. Sorted.

After Miss B and I arrived home we (I) did a bit of fussing, then I had a birthday drink with my beautiful neighbour, who, if you could write a recipe for a beautiful neighbour, he fulfils by 100. What a gorgeous person, who has supported me through the past year more than I think he even knows.

I'm calling today my New Year's Day. The past 12 months have been traumatic and dramatic and climactic and the cliche of "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger". I thought I'd had tough years before this one, but nothing compares. However, I am feeling great. I love the support I have received from many and I thank you excessively for the kind birthday wishes. I repay the kindness in spades. All the love xox

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Wander through the tulips

Spring in Canberra means blossoms, blooms and Floriade. Every time I've visited this flower fest, a part of me has wondered at the banality of it. Many, many thousands of blooms plonked in Commonwealth Park on the edge of Lake Burley Griffin always looked pretty but a bit out of place. It does attract hundreds of thousands of visitors so it will not be disappearing anytime soon.

Today I realised why I questioned the concept when Miss B and I decided to head out of town to Tulip Top Gardens at Sutton to soak up the sights and smells of the blooms.

We've had some horrible weather in recent weeks but the tulips here were gorgeous. There was a little sign in each garden bed with the name of the tulip variety, there was music piped to speakers strung in trees, there were frogs croaking in the waterway. The beds, unlike those at Floriade, are shaded by blossom trees and large evergreens. It was a real garden instead of one manufactured in a park each year.

There were a few hundred other people.

It was delightful.

A severe storm last night caused some of the flowers to lose their heads, but most stood sentinel. The ground was a bit wet, but everywhere I've been lately has been either under water or soaked. It's so wet but I do remember the drought through most of the 00s where nothing in our garden could be watered other than by hand as we were on Level 5 restrictions. A surprising number of plants survived.

Now that the air is clearing on events of the past few years I realise the things I miss are a big garden and a Hills Hoist. I can see the joy of planting a garden and tending it over many years and then leaving it for someone else to nurture. My little courtyard is a mass of bulbs, lavender, a weeping cherry, Lamb's ear and a few sweet peas. I'm hoping to do a few home improvements in the next little while and one will be to remove the pebble-crete from the courtyard and remove a few other features left by the Dodgy Bros.

Happy Spring. Happy Sun in Libra. Nice to see the sun today.