DianaGentle Inspirations
August 3rd 2008 01:58
Melbourne has been enjoying lots of rainy weather lately and in particular a very cold winter. Snow has softened the outlines of the mountains and four-wheel drives churn powerfully up and down the narrow roads to skiing heaven.
I have started planting out seedlings and seeds in preparation for a fabulous spring.
My dwarf daffs are out already and the fruit trees are budding lots. The grass is even growing and my son is desperate to get the hand-mower out and zip about with it.
With chooks, guinea-pigs and Rose plus a large fertile pocket of earth me and the kids are in an excellent position to be very organic and self-sufficient, even though in our rich suburb we are surrounded by towering town-houses, extensions and 'developments'.
Yesterday at the nursery pea-straw was for sale in vacuum-packed plastic! Bizarre, don't you think? And what a contradiction in ideals, if you get my drift.
So, with anxiety and poverty sitting on my shoulder like a black shadow, divorce and misery staring me in the face, I am nonetheless gaining hope and inspiration from simple things such as planting, mulching and digging.
Walking the dog is also good, specially in the wonderful nearby Darebin Parklands with river, waterfalls and verdant re-growth wattles.
This afternoon Michael and I will further soothe ourselves by a visit to also nearby Ceres, in Brunswick, that alternative energy park I have told you about before. We want to gain further ideas for our garden.
It is always inspiring.
Then there is this evening to look forward to, when the girls return with their father and I have to face his sad, darkened, un-comprehending countenance.
Feel the churning of mixed thoughts and emotions.
Deal with all that stuff.
But for now, the sun is high in the sky and life beckons me on........
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Comment by Chris Champion
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Comment by Pax_Romana
And there's a good metaphor there. When I lived in Melbourne, I enjoyed the change of seasons. Even winter had its promise of spring.
Hang in there with all the divorce thing.
It will be difficult, for you and your ex-husband. He will be realising now what he is giving up, but don't let a kindly heart get in the way of a sensible decision.