Saturday, November 24, 2007

Non-political things:: summer comes to the area

Yesterday Dad, the kids and I went to the area to look for seed pods to transform into Christmas decorations. In winter the place looks European, with the bare oak and the daffodils; in summer it is dry with the colours I associate with my childhood Australia - bright blues, dull green and grasses like straw - and it smells of Eucalyptus. I love it, it is my special place, an unexpected find in suburbia.




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Al is off with his political mates after a hard, 12 hour day manning the booths. Dad is sitting in front of the telly making rude comments about everyone. I'm here, too nervous to look and blogging. Oh look, I'm blogging with words! Turns out that well runs a little deeper than I realised.

Off to BrisVegas tomorrow for work, with Al and the kids in tow, with hopes of some family time, some time with friends and for Lu and Nell, much swimming and riding in airplanes. Things seem so dark and desperate some days/ weeks/ months and then there's a few nights good sleep, a project completed, a dreaded meeting over and it all becomes a little easier for a while. Though it may be my mood is very dark tomorrow when the results are called.

6 comments:

meggie said...

I do enjoy your posts.
Dont feel dark.
Look for sun & sand in Brissy.

Anonymous said...

No, i fact my mood is quite bright. - Kris

Susan said...

Lovely photos Kris, grasses like those are among my favourite plants.
Enjoy Brissy. It seems an aeon since I set foot there.

Suse said...

Lovely photos. We have that grass here - so pretty, although I'm sure it's a noxious weed. Sigh ...

Anonymous said...

Suse - yes, I feared it was probably not 'truly' Australian but they're all so lovely, dry and rustling in the wind. _ Kris

Janine said...

"...bright blues, dull green and grasses like straw..."

Streeton, Roberts et al turned those landscape colours into a national cliche but I still love golden summers. Beautiful pics Kris.