June 8, 2011
I have returned home to a raft (I hate this term) of little urgent jobs that need doing, so have been holed up in my study working my way through them, accompanied by my party music mix on my iTunes. It’s kind of like working with a bunch of friends I haven’t seen for a long time, but you know that you’ll just hit it off whenever you meet again. I love The Church’s Under the Milky Way — it takes me back to the 80s in a way that no other song does, which is strange because it was just another song in the 80s when I was there. Maybe it’s the melancholic strum of the guitar?
I left behind a green garden and returned to our two front garden trees showing off their naked limbs to the world. They try to look scary but they don’t fool me. Instead I just enjoy seeing the lichen on their branches which is usually covered by green leaves and marvel at the tenacity of the last orange leaves as they cling on. Then there’s the rhododendron showing off as it does every year while the mist settles over the hill just over our horizon. Winter in Melbourne. You’ve gotta love it.leave a comment