“..Learn character from trees, values from roots and change from leaves…”
— Tasneem Hameed
“..Learn character from trees, values from roots and change from leaves…”
— Tasneem Hameed
Thanks in part to Kelly Rae Roberts and her #kellyraeshearts on Instagram, I am always looking for little hearts everywhere. Usually, if you’re intentionally seeking them out, you won’t find any. They just tend to present themselves when you are least looking.
Which, I guess, is like love itself. Although I don’t seem to find that
whether I’m looking for it or not ha ha!
This particular one I really like – I found it at Hungry Hollow Beach in Bunbury, on a recent road trip, and believe it may be a piece of weathered coral rock. I keep thinking I should do something with it, incorporate it into some artwork or another, but it’s so perfect on its own. I might actually just frame it.
I tend to doodle hearts a lot too. Doodle experts (now there’s a title!) would probably say that means something very deep and meaningful, but I just like drawing them. My notepads and work papers are covered in them, which is probably not ideal and makes me look like a love-starved teenager. I balance it out by also doodling stars everywhere.
Is there anything you particularly like to find, when out and about? Perhaps you collect interesting rocks, sea glass or feathers? Do you purposefully look or just enjoy finding them by accident? Do you display them somewhere, use them in your art, or just delight in discovering them, and then put them back where you found them?
Thanks for reading – hope you find some happy hearts in your world today x
I am not very bright. Sometimes I am downright dumb. Case in point : only just discovering this beach, only 10 minutes from my work, when I have been at this job for four years. Four years! I could have been going to the ocean every week for the past four years! What a dufus! Geography, to be fair, has never been my strong suit, and I never drive in the direction of the coast – I am always in a hurry to just get the heck away from work ha ha. I just want to go home at the end of the day.
So, now my walking schedule has taken on a much more pleasant vibe. I LOVE the beach – it is my favourite place to be. I love the sand and the seashells, the water and the sea air. I don’t care that my hair gets messed up or that I get sand everywhere. I actually feel content and happy near the ocean. It is calming and soothing and makes me feel small and safe all at the same time. Plus, it is so beautiful and much nicer to look at than a sidewalk or a road, when exercising.
A brisk, half-hour walk along the beach is restorative and cleansing and great exercise. You feel it in your calves and legs and spirit. And, for some reason, I don’t feel self-conscious at the beach. This may be because there are more scantily-clad ladies around than I, so I don’t feel that anyone is bothering to look at me, wheezing along the shore in my daggy shorts and t-shirt.
I’d like to say I am exercising every day, but I’d be lying. Life isn’t simple or straight forward this year and so free time is not always something I have. But, I am trying to fit in as many walking days as I can. With a location like this, I have no excuse, and I actually look forward to going. I collect shells and take photos, watch the people surfing, and just breathe the fresh air. It’s good for the soul.
I promise to post some crafting things soon – I’ve just been so busy with life and haven’t been able to get stuck into anything creative at all. But I have got a couple of projects in the works and will post them here soon.
Hope you are having a sunshiney, happy day 🙂
It’s been a hectic week. I have been madly making cards and other crafty goodies for my upcoming market stall. I’ve been organising things to sell at a car boot sale this weekend (I have so much junk-that’s-not-really-junk to get rid of). I’ve been organising quotes for air-conditioning in my rapidly heating up house. I’ve had several birthday events to attend and catch-ups to arrange before Christmas. It’s all happening.
I finally updated my phone and now have a much better one that doesn’t take blurry photos and doesn’t keep shutting down for no reason. My old phone looks and behaves like something from the stone age. Well, to be fair, it was about eight years old which, in phone terms these days, is practically a millennium.
I can take selfies now without having to guess if I am pointing the phone camera in the right direction. And then edit the photos on the spot if I am not happy with them (ie don’t like the way I look in them).
I also managed to fit in a spot of op-shopping. I haven’t been for aaaaaaaaages, mostly due to lack of funds but also I just haven’t had time. I broke my shoes this week so I actually did need to go and find a new pair. Not wanting to spend a fortune, I of course when to the op-shop to check out what they had available. I scored these lovely buckle-detail wedges. I cannot walk in wedges, normally. I fall down, a lot. I wobble and am very unsteady because my ankle tends to turn in and I am a super klutz. But these had a nice chunky heel and were very stable and comfortable. And my perfect size! Better still, they were only $3.00! I mean! How could I not get them? I wish they had been black as they would be more practical for work, but beggars can’t be choosers, right?
My garden has gained a critter. This VERY LARGE grasshopper. Who only has one back leg. He has been on the same tree for about a week now. I am not sure if he is resting or waiting for a bus, preparing to die, or just hanging out. I must admit to being a bit squeamish about crickets and grasshoppers but I wouldn’t hurt one and, as I have no garden to speak of, there is nothing for him to destroy, so he can stay. I don’t know if he can get around on one back leg – I’m assuming they don’t grow back like a spider’s does. He is quite magnificent though – he looks like he is wearing armour. He was kind enough to let me get in his face and take his picture without leaping off and scaring the bejeezus out of me. But I do fear he is not long for this world, which is a shame.
I had a lovely afternoon of Lego and tea with my Mum, brother and his brood. Playing with Lego is an age-old tradition in my family. I don’t think we will ever tire of it, and I am so glad the littlies enjoy it (because it gives us an excuse to play too). That’s my castle there in the middle of the table – it’s been demolished by Master Nine, despite my protests. I used to love hanging out with my big bro’, back in the day, building all sorts of creations. I’m lucky I even had a big brother who didn’t mind his little sister hanging around playing with his stuff and probably taking all the good bricks.
I went walking with a friend and found this beautiful cockatoo feather (shortly after having a spectacular fall and landing on my face). Isn’t it gorgeous? The Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo is endangered and always having its habitat destroyed by various construction projects and deforestation. They are lovely creatures and it would be a shame to lose them. I have treated them when I was a vet nurse and, despite their large size and FEROCIOUSLY STRONG beak, they are quite a gentle bird and very intelligent. I love this feather and it will have pride of place on my hall table.
I have not been looking after my plants at all, but they continue to amaze me with their resilience and growth. My “Mother of Thousands” plant is doing so well and is producing so many babies I feel I should open a nursery. It is doing so well despite my neglect and inability to remember that plants like water occasionally.
Even the “dead” leaves from my Kalanchoe Feldtschenkoi I threw into the garden have sprouted bubbies and they are so cute! They’re like tiny little rose buds at this stage. I love that they propagate like this. This is why I never throw any part of a succulent away – it still has life in it even if it looks dead!
I got glasses. Proper ones. Not over-the-counter-chemist ones. Actual optometrist-prescribed ones. I am still getting used to them. I really only need them for fine, intricate work, particularly when crafting and drawing, so I keep forgetting I have them. They are currently buried under a pile of card-making supplies.
My cousin in England sent me this STUNNING photo of my Mum. I have never seen it before. She looks so beautiful. She would have been about 18 years old, just engaged and living at home with my grandparents. Check out those nails!!! They’re her real nails – not some fake stuck on ones. And her hair is amazing (although I know now where I get my split-fringe issue from!). The photo would have been taken by my Grandad who loved to shoot very posed pictures – he would always have a prop and a theme going on, ha ha. No candid happy snaps for him, oh no!
Now I just have to concentrate on my market stall on the weekend and then I can relax or, at least, make sense of my house and maybe start decorating for Christmas before Christmas has actually been and gone.
Hope you have a wonderful week and accomplish everything you you have planned (even if your plans include lots of napping, day-dreaming and generally lounging about 🙂 )
Thanks for reading, as always x
“…Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors…”
-–Charles de Lint
Just a quickie post today…
I’m really going to miss South Perth. The River, the gardens, the greenery – just the general feel of the place and the lifestyle it allows. I’m also going to miss the local wildlife – all the lovely birds and the occasional dolphin – and the happy dogs playing in the park. I’ll miss the cafe strip (located so close to my house I can practically order a chai latte by yelling out my bedroom window) and the quiet neighbourhood where I go for my walks.
Yesterday I dragged myself out of the house to get some exercise, spurred on by a.) the sight of my thighs, and b.) the realisation that I soon won’t be able to walk around the River every day or play wildlife photographer with the local cockatoo population.
The two main types of “cocky” in my neighbourhood are the pink and grey Galahs and the Corella. Corellas are noisy and destructive little buggers and many councils have resorted to culling them to reduce their numbers. The do indeed make a racket when they are in large groups and even one solo bird is enough to send you a bit deaf. They’re cheeky little chappies though – quite comical and clown-like in their antics. The South Perth foreshore is often covered in large flocks of them, interspersed with a few galahs. Corellas tend to dig up the lawn areas, looking for tasty roots or bulbs, leaving lots of holes everywhere. They also “trim” tree branches, causing damage and leaving the tree vulnerable to fungus and insect attack. Many of these birds have been introduced to Western Australia from other states so they’re actually foreign interlopers!
I was able to get quite close to the galahs – they seem to be the braver of the two species (probably as many of them are either escaped “tame” birds or the offspring of) whereas the corellas kept a safe distance. The galahs seemed to even pose for me, stopping what they were doing for a few seconds while I snapped a shot or two.
Hopefully, wherever I end up moving to, I will be able to find some nice parkland areas or other places where there is wildlife to discover. Because I need all the incentive I can get when it comes to exercise.
I plan on planting lots of natives in my new garden-which-isn’t-a-garden-yet so that I can attract the local birds. I will be getting myself some cats (it will be my reward for all the crap I have gone through with the purchasing process to finally have some moggies) but they will be indoor felines – no hunting for them. Part of the reason I wanted a two-storey house was so they would have stairs to run up and down. I might join them – we shall have buns of steel together! 🙂
Hope you are having a happy day – enjoy some time outside, if you can x
“…And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about…”
— Haruki Murakami