Not much will get me outside at eight o'clock at night during a Melbourne autumn.
The only thing that has ever done that is my garden.
Planting in peace.
Soil in my hands.
- I have never liked to use gardening gloves -
The beautiful earthy aroma.
The promise of a beautiful life for the little fellow going into the earth.
The creation of a sanctuary all for myself in my backyard.
The first time I have experienced this in two years.
I planted a Clivia.
A South African plant to remind me of home.
It blooms in Spring.
It has always been my sign of Spring.
I guess we are finally settling down.
I have the energy and head space to create some beauty in my environment.
I may even have the energy to nurture the rented space we have here.
I am dreaming of a wrought iron table and chairs.
To put outside.
In our little space.
Our little space that we call home.