Look Up! Look Up!

When his mother watched this footage in New Zealand, she called to the television screen: “Look up! Look up!” She later told me that she was so disappointed that she could not see the eyes of her loving son whom she missed so much…

When I actually watched it many years later I asked him: “Why didn’t you look up at the camera?” He told me that he felt quite emotionally affected reading that statement regarding the tragedy, even though he did not vote for Harold Holt.

He had passed away two and half years ago and I could still hear his voice so strongly.


As It Happens…

Being sick with a bad dose of cold or flu is not at all what I need at the moment but sick I am. While nursing my cold with hot soup and herbal tea, I am trying hard not to self-pity for there is no one to hear me complaining, although deep down in my heart there is a longing for the time past when there was one faithful person so dear and so near who would have nursed me through any illness so tenderly.

Feeling lethargic, I am content to stay indoors but too tired to even hold the paintbrush let alone thinking of what to paint yet so many images passing through my head but capturing them is quite impossible.

What to read? My head and eyes are heavy with a cold that is hard to concentrate on any book. From an old radio the music of ABC classic FM help soothing the discomfort as I sit on my worn armchair staring out through the large sliding window at my little backyard, finding my heart sings with the loving memory of when he built this garden for me: humble in size yet rich in the effort of how it tried to survive through the last few years.

*“… Power sows in the depths of my heart, and I reap and gather in the grain, bestowing it lavishly upon the starving. Spirit revives this small vine, and I crush its bunches of grapes and pour out the juice for the thirsty…….. Human beings cling to matter that is as cold as snow whereas I seek the flame of love so that I might place it in my breast, where it will devour my ribs and destroy my insides, For I have discovered that matter kills painlessly, but love revives us through torments…”

I open my eyes and wondering where I am or what time of the day it is? Oh yes, I am having a bad cold and my head is spinning…

*(Vision from Kahlil Gibran)

A Dinner Of Herbs

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Remember me to one, who lives there,

For he once was a true love of mine…”

With green mint, cool parsley,  sweet basil, and sunny thyme made a perfect dinner of herbs added with refreshing coriander and common chives, all from the garden herbs box you built for me on the deck.

“…Where I may sit and rightly spell. Of every star that heaven doth show, and every herb that sips the dew. Till old experience do attain, to something like prophetic strain…”

A cracker of herbs

Parsley that you can smell with your heart and rosemary for remembrance of you and of love, while sage gives me the wisdom and courage to change the things I can. And thyme! O thyme of sweet aroma, for my cup of tea.

A bouquet of herbs
A soup of herbs

At Sunset

To-night the west o’er-brims with warmest dyes; 
Its chalice overflows 
With pools of purple colouring the skies, 
Aflood with gold and rose; 
And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine, 
As sinks the sun within that world of wine.

And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes,
As ashes follow flame.
But O! I heard a voice from those rich skies
Call tenderly my name;
It was as if some priestly fingers stole
In benedictions o’er my lonely soul.

From a poem by Pauline Johnson

Sunset on Chelsea beach

Echo Of A Dream

“… Come to me in the silence of a dream; bright as sunlight on a stream. Come back in tears. Oh! Memory, hope, love of finished years…

Dream, how sweet! Come to me in dreams, that I may live again. Come to me in dreams that I may give… love, oh love of long ago…”

from a poem by Christina Rossetti

“A beautiful day visiting Connemara, Ireland”

Above Flinders

“… Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime – with the fairy tales of science, and the longest result of time; When the century behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: When I dipped into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be…”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

“Above Flinders” Oil on canvas

Friday’s Coffee And Pizza

Coming from Melbourne, Australia I think we have the best coffee! I might have been wrong but with all my travels almost yearly since 2009 I have not had a good cup of coffee anywhere except in Melbourne, and a café here in Fremont. Thank goodness my daughter chose “quirky” Fremont to live while in Seattle.

My grandchildren walked with me down some very steep hills to the main Fremont shopping area on 36th Street, it took fifteen minutes and where I could have a cuppa at my favourite café and a bit of a wander before climbing up the hill heading home again. After a good cup of coffee, I could climb mountains even if it took half an hour for me to walk back a couple of steep hills. At half of the way the grandchildren were tactfully found a shady spot under a tree suggested a rest, which pleased grandma no end.

And since it’s Friday, I enjoyed a family’s traditional dinner with delicious homemade pizza created by my daughter. The salad was made with Tomatillo, a type of green tomato that we don’t have in Australia, or that I have not seen in Melbourne, it happened to be another of my favourite fruit and which I could enjoy while in Seattle. And to top up my pizza with fresh “hot” cherry pepper, it was perfect!

Cherry Pepper

I have been to Seattle many times before, the first few visits were with my beloved husband when we could share all our joy together. Since he died, Seattle with my daughter, my grandchildren and their home have always been a safe and peaceful place for me to seek certain respite as well as being able to hug my grandchildren, sharing their love, enough to send me back home rejuvenated for another year.