Time For A Change...

Time for a change after eleven years living here in my magic cottage. With my old chest of Ikea drawers getting wobbly after years of the kitty kids jumping up and down from it, it was time to replace it. 

I have a new bed on order, and that prompted me to look at the current bedroom furniture I have. 

I have replaced the bedside tables with two circular wooden tables, and after looking for ages I decided to get this affordable bamboo and fabric chest of drawers. 

Not a fan of flatpack furniture I surprised myself in being drawn to this. 

The task of putting it together was quite frustrating, and I had to take it apart several times. 

What has surprised me is that once up it actually is very sturdy. 

I am now really looking forward to getting my new more modern bed frame, and once that is delivered a new mattress will be the final addition to my bedroom upgrade... 

 

Art...

Art, my next favourite thing after animals and nature. 

This exhibition by local Hills artist Georgia Efford was very impressive, meeting Georgia made viewing her works extra special. Some of the photos captured reflections in the glass which actually made the photos quite funky, so I didn't leave them out.

 Georgia was happy to chat about the spiritual aspect of her art. She explained that sometimes spirits meld their way into her paintings, and hearing the stories behind the individual pieces was a unique experience. 

Georgia's use of organic materials in some of her paintings gives a whole different feel to those she had created with paint. It is through these pieces that the spirits of the land infuse themselves into her works...

 

Stumbling Across...

Stumbling across a pincushion hakea on my travels was a delight to see, even though the unseasonal heat has dried the flowers out all too quickly.

 A bit of colour capturing my attention was a blessing to my eyes.

 Even though the blooms lacked their normal vibrancy, it was better than seeing no flowers at all. 

Normally the flowers go through slow stages of blooming, I watch the one in my own garden feeding birds and insects for weeks upon weeks with their flowers. 

With the days being too warm the flowers become frizzled in next to no time. 

At least the bees were given some nectar to harvest, I've yet to sight any flowers in the bushland I pass on my daily drives down to the suburbs, this is a worrying sign.

For some the thought of endless days of summer weather sounds like bliss, the harsh reality of the impact of a long hot dry spell though wreaks death for many across the dusty thirsty land...