Daisies for Dinah

Ah, Winter.

It has been lovely having you around but I can feel you getting ready to move on.

The sunshine is getting warmer and there is Sring on the breeze.

I collect tiny daisy blossoms from the back garden and bring them inside to the dappled light that eases through the lace curtain in my bedroom.

Using the fingernail of my thumb, I gently snip off excess stem and lie each flower on some baking paper.

Then close them up safely in my heavy encyclopaedia of spells.

Soon they will be dried and pressed and will join their fellow blossoms on this beautiful natural hemp paper to create a sweet kitty print. Her name will be Dinah of course.

It will then be framed and hung in the guest room of our new house.

Did you notice that?

Our new house?

Thats right.

This beautiful little house built the year of the moon landing, using strong Jarrah timbers, that has kept my family safe and warm for the last 14 years will soon be a part of someone else's memories.

We made the decision, it is time.

We need more room.

I need a studio.

The boys deserve a bedroom each.

Boof needs a shed for his future boat.

So this will be the last post I write in this house.

It is bitter-sweet but I recently heard a phrase that eased my hearts ache...

"Memories belong to a person, not a house".

So with that in mind and excitement in my heart, we step forward on our journey to the next chapter. 

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Dappled Winter Light

Winter at my little piece of Earth is mild in comparison to others.

It doesn't snow, the sun still shines down.

But that's not to say it doesn't get chilly cold. The wind howls. Everything is wet regardless of rain. And the days are short.

Perfect weather for having a crackling fire going. Pumpkin soup simmering away. 

Countless games of Cluedo and Kalaha with my boys.

Curling up under a crocheted blanket with a warm chai latte, reading a book (currently making my way through 'A Promised Land' by Barack Obama).

And working on new drawings.

My house is teeny, I dont have a 'studio' or designated work space, so I sprawl over my bed.

Copics, watercolour pencils, graphite pencils, brushes, tape, all my bits and bobs strewn all over and showered in eraser rubbings. 

The sunlight dapples as it shines in through the peppermint tree, hibiscus, Cape Bell tree, and other gardeny loves outside my window.

I drew this girl years ago and finally have made her into a full piece.

Warm tones.

Sparkly clouds of course.

'Carlotta' is now part of my wild rose family.

I am appreciating all the little things so much lately.

The dappled light.

The sound of the breeze through my garden.

The clouds directly over my house.

If I look through a small section of my front garden amongst tuart leaves and a grevillea, I can see the sun cast out strong bright rays as it makes its descent beyond the horizon.

From my backyard and giant kitchen window I can watch the clouds details reflect the colours of sunset.

I am a nature lover, not just flora and fauna, but the wonder of the sky as well.

These are small blessings I am grateful for.

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