Monday, January 30

The obsession continues

... with grass that is.I even got to put some in this weekend's bouquets - yay!I've been drooling over the Diggers catalogue and creating an amazing garden in my mind. I would dearly love to make it reality but feel constantly disillusioned by the other reality, that is I live in a rental property and could be thrown out at any point. I am also intimidated by the fact that these things cost money. "They don't have to cost much" you say or "A little, but the enjoyment you get out of it is worth so much more"... And I start to feel feeble. But truly, I don't have much to spare and nothing is going to grow here without a significant soil injection! Then again, I hear the voice of a very good friend echo in my mind "Lindsey, just fucking do it." Hmmm, so maybe the reality is, I could actually get over all that stuff; if I only had some more time. This seems to be a continuing theme in my current existential crisis. I continue to ask the Universe for guidance.In the mean time, I take solace in looking at the details...

Wednesday, January 18

For the love of Grass

It was the obsession of our summer holiday; well for me anyway. Graceful, arcing, delicate and oh so intricate. I was absorbed by the plethora of different grasses that we came across on our treks through the High Country. It seemed that they each had their own little personalities. It made me want to draw again.

Tuesday, January 17

Summer trekking

This year I took a real summer holiday, you know, the kind that everybody else has. Took 3 weeks off work, had a nicely relaxed Christmas with family and then hit the road. It was a simple affair and all the better for it! Just me, the man and the 4WD packed with all that we needed for two weeks of camping. The vague plan was to head north, slowly. So we did, travelling through the Victorian High Country, then down to the coast. We crossed over to NSW but after a few days in the bun fight that is the coast just after Christmas, we gave up on the beach and headed inland again. Then we made our way through the Kosciusko National Park before heading home again. We swam everyday except the last; either in sea or river and came back looking like a pair of bush babies! It was absolutely divine.