Winter seems to have stolen back into our midst here in Sydney. I’m writing this right now wrapped in four layers of clothing (which is conservative by Asian standards). My lovely husband’s risotto is simmering on the stove, and outside I can hear Rick and the boys packing things away into the garage as they prepare to come indoors for dinner. We’re running a bit behind schedule this evening; daylight saving has proven rather hard to adjust to with three little boys under four. Still, I remain hopeful that Rick and I might be able to enjoy some quiet time together later tonight.
These days, I’ve found myself struggling to take photos; the inspiration to do so seems to have faded somewhat with the exhaustion and nausea that have currently taken over my life. I guess that’s to be expected, and I’m more than certain the fog will lift soon, but it’s just interesting how creativity ebbs and flows that way. No matter, as I still have a wealth of photos stored away which I have yet to share with you.
It’s embarrassing how little I know about flora. I have managed to find out, however, that these flowers come from the shrimp plant. They were part of the bunch of flowers that Angus picked from our friend’s garden, and I found them strangely attractive in an unkempt sort of way. I had them in our bedroom for more than a week before they showed any signs of withering. I have to say I really enjoy having flowers in the bedroom – it makes for a nice surprise in the evenings when we retire upstairs after a long day, to find colourful blooms waiting to greet us.
I do hope you all have a lovely Friday evening – if all goes to plan, I should be back here on Sunday to share my first photo book. (Yay!)
More flora here.
No related posts.