What a weekend. Feel incredibly saddened by the bushfires and the scale of devastation. The relics escaped unscathed after being on high alert through the weekend, with spot fires a matter of kilometres away. There are still fires close by in Yarram, caused by a bloody arsonist – plus fires to the south of them at the Prom. A cousin and uncle still in the thick of it and fighting fires respectively in St Andrews and Kinglake/Acheron. Hope they are all ok.
Makes you wonder about the ongoing safety of living not just ‘in the bush’ but ‘in the regions’ in Victoria. Seeing the floods in North Queensland at the same time is a pretty in-your-face illustration of which areas of the country are being affected by climate change. First. Even though the relics have so far been incredibly lucky, their entire garden has been demolished to the point of 'give up/start again' by the heatwave and they are looking at having to buy water.
It’s all so close to home that I feel sort of guilty about life going on and positive things happening. Though I guess that's what happens.
Despite a few nervy waits through periods of uncontactability with family, I had one of the BEST weekends in a long time. One of those ones that stretches on and bathes you in the sunny light of renewal. Started with mojitos and dinner with an old/new friend D on Friday night, ambled through Sat with pilates and walking to the markets and Reverse Garbage, where I scored some industrial-calibre cardboard boxes and cylinders which I am re-purposing as deck furniture.
Gently morphed into Sunday with brekky with a friend K, followed by more nest feathering (think retro tupperware) and opportunistic jam-making (fig and hibiscus), and finished with impromptu champagne in S's garden with her and N who was up for the weekend. And then had dinner cooked for me. Oh and I just discovered that my black russian tomatoes are bearing fruit. Hooray for life ;)
Like I said, very yin, very yang.