It is a beautiful winter’s day here in Perth.
The sky is a vibrant clear blue. The birds are singing and the bees are buzzing. The Max Roach Quintet is playing on the portable radio. The coffee plunger is brewing. Yesterday was a warm 25° and today we’re expecting 21°. The house is a bomb. Dishes piled up next to the sink, toys scattered everywhere, the bathroom covered in dirty grime and the carpets strewn with pieces of yarn, thread and general fluff. Who cares? I’ll be out in the sunshine digging in the garden. A goal for this year was to plant a native garden in my front yard and now is the time before the rains cease altogether and the temperatures start hanging out in the high 30s.
So I’m off. There is a spade and a pile of dirty waiting for me…
… while I’m gone go check out all the other blossoming creative spaces @ Kirsty’s place. I’ll be popping by to visit you all at the end of the day when my hands are ingrained with dirt and my muscles have that pleasant ache that comes after hard work.