Isn’t Spring a glorious season? Watching the trees bud and blossoms burst, it’s a tonic for the soul.
The days are getting longer, daylight lingering until I get home from work.
The drive home is becoming one where I have to resist being distracted by the colours of magical sunsets.
I think a lot of us feel like we perk up in Spring, right along with the blossoms.
The urge to shake things up and move things around must be why hard rubbish collections happen at this time of year!
We might re-arrange furniture, pack away the winter woollies – well, not all of them, this is Melbourne after all – or dream up a new exercise program as we shed the layers of a stagnant, cosy winter. We pack away the slow cooker and start making salads again. We are seasonal creatures, without a doubt.
Today I had to post some letters, so I wove through the back streets, admiring trees, and parked opposite an old church under renovation.
I stopped to feel the coolness of the stone wall and wondered how long it’s been there.
After dropping my letters off, I picked a blossom and took this photo. Fragile petals against solid rock; both elements of nature.
I love the contrast of structure and wildness here, it feels like the branches and vines are trying to reclaim the very ground the church is standing on.
Churches can be rigid places, focused on dogma and exclusion, rather than existing as compassionate, safe spaces for spiritual exploration.
Nature just chuckles, and busts through every attempt to tame her.
I do love that about her.
Friday afternoon shadows create funhouse mirror-like silhouettes.
Do you like my car’s waggly little ears? So funny and sweet!
Look up, look around you, notice the moon hanging low in the afternoon sky.
Keep an eye on the trees in your street. Are they budding or blooming yet?
Pick a flower, lean on a cool stone wall, drink your coffee outside.
Stop for a moment, breathe deeply.
This life we often find ourselves rushing through – it’s precious.
That’s all. I just wanted to pop in and share that with you tonight.
Look after yourselves, won’t you?