On Tuesday I went to Melbourne City and bought some books, so this is a book haul post. Here we go: This girls copy of Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay. Secondhand from City Basement Books. Filled with the prettiest pink pictures and the creepiest story. Penguin Short Stories copy of Selected Short Stories… Continue reading Book Haul from Tuesday
On Tuesday I went to Melbourne City and bought some books, so this is a book haul post. Here we go: This girls copy of Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay. Secondhand from City Basement Books. Filled with the prettiest pink pictures and the creepiest story. Penguin Short Stories copy of Selected Short Stories… Continue reading Book Haul from Tuesday
Blustery gusts of air Rustle the trees and mess up our hair The pavement path below Helps people find a place to go Past the heartless hedge That hides the concrete ledge In front of the old house that’s been made new Waits a chatty queue Like a route that you know The… Continue reading The Church Grounds
When he’s cold it’s like stepping on ice. The numbness spreads from my feet to my ankles. I walk with frigidity as the breeze stiffens my bones. I am stuck, frosty and unfeeling, on his glacial surface. When he’s hot he’s a stove on the highest setting. Heat radiates from his unforgiving face. He burns… Continue reading Pavement
I would miss the varying weather. How it can be warm and wet or cold and dry all in the same week. I would also miss the forests. Often so dense with mystery and foliage. that it takes weeks to fully explore on small area. I’d miss the dry days and water fights that keep… Continue reading If I Had to Leave Australia
When I’m climbing this tree I can see much more than I could before; the valley, the house roof, the Forrest, the road, all from my one tall spot. Like my tree, books let me see the world from a new perspective. I can see other places, other people, other beliefs. I get a better… Continue reading The world around me
“The area I’ve grown up in has always been of great interest to me. I have lived, for most of my life, in the the Eastern Suburbs of Victoria. Many of my happiest childhood memories took place among its grassy yards and tree filled streets. As a small child the rows of houses, surrounded by… Continue reading Melbourne’s Eastern Suburbs
Songs really are like a form of time travel because they really have moved forward in a bubble. Everyone who’s connected with it, the studio’s gone, the musicians are gone, and the only thing that’s left is this recording which was only about a three-minute period maybe 70 years ago. Tom Waites
When I read this I think about all the amazing things that have happened in my life. Things that I thought were the BEST! And I think “WOW” if the best is ‘yet to come’ it must be pretty spectacular! I’ve got Heaven to look forward to.
Canary Blue 