Having Felt...

Having felt somewhat stagnant and melancholy lately I decided to move the furniture around this morning, much to the kitty kids displeasure.

Moving the energy in my home is something I normally do frequently. 

However, recently things have stayed in place far too long, and it was time to shift the mood of the cottage.

Perhaps that's added to my low mood, although outside influences have been difficult to contend with as well for an extended period, which hasn't helped!

With this room done it's on to the bedroom...

 

Warning...

 

Another New...

Another New bloom in the front garden is one of the spring bulbs I planted in our supposed autumn. 

Autumn and winter have been somewhat absent this year, which is perhaps why less than half of the bulbs I planted actually sprouted.

This is known by several names; false garlic, flowering onions and star of Bethlehem.

I only bought one of these bulbs and purposely planted in full view of my front windows.

I never miss a moment of magic that happens in my garden.

 I actually feel this is part of the problem with the human race right now.

They fail to see what a miraculous planet we are honoured to call home, despite the horrific damage that is done to this amazing globe, she keeps on giving...

 

It's The Second...

It's the second flowering season of this rock rose which I added to the front garden last spring. Like most young plants, surviving their first brutal summer takes all their will.

The blooms are absolutely stunning. 

So bright and delicate. 

There's loads of buds still waiting to unfold, so I've many more days to enjoy these gorgeous flowers...

 

I Often Go...

I often go to see this particular family of kangaroos. Mostly I just like to sit and watch them. They are such peaceful creatures, and their serenity is contagious when in their presence...

 

Early August...

Early August there was lots of colour decorating the view. Some flowers had appeared a little too early, and others were in their peak. The ducks had begun to slowly drift back, only a couple of pairs, but before too long many will return with their fledglings in tow. 

Years seem to be flying past, weeks a blur. Over the years the garden has gone from a sandy hot shadeless expanse into a shady haven. Plants have died whilst others thrived, all creating what now surrounds me. 

Each day is a gift, one we are not always grateful for. Some days it's a struggle to get out of bed, other days energy levels are high from the moment my eyes open. Of late, I have spent moments wondering how much longer I will be living this life. As years go by I find myself less inclined to look forward more than the day in front of me. I also find myself pondering the purpose of the whole human experience. What on earth is it all about? We arrived with nothing, spend our lives collecting stuff, only to leave the same way we arrived. 

With nothing. 

Watching the cycle of life in a garden gives one a perfect vantage point to view this phenomena.

Watching beginnings and endings and how life continues to flow...