Image: Su Leslie 2019
By the time I got home from taking the Big T to the airport yesterday, my cough and runny nose were getting worse, and the aches and chills were beginning.
Today I’m on the couch with a box of tissues and a honey-lemon drink. My to-do list is on hold and I think I’ll be looking for joy in the small things for the next few days.
While I’ve been out tramping through neighbourhood drifts of crisp fallen leaves, the hibiscus at my gate has found its groove at last — sending up new leaves and flower buds.
Luckily, most are healthier and less chewed-on than this one.
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“The tragedy of life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal … but in having no goals to reach.” — Benjamin E. Mays
I guess I’m feeling a bit aimless today.
Each day there’s a little more sky visible through the trees in my local park. How long until all the leaves are gone?
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” — William Allingham, Autumnal Sonnet
“Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.” — Henry Miller
I have a favourite walk that takes me round a cul de sac of gardeners — or perhaps people who hire gardeners. Either way, I get to enjoy the ever-changing exhibition of nature in their park-like yards. Today I noticed — probably for the first time — a (lily pilly?) hedge sending out some wonderful red leaves. With a macro lens on my camera, it looked truly lovely. Definitely a golden moment.
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Turmeric leaf turning brown; time to harvest the rhizomes. Image: Su Leslie 2019
I’m paraphrasing William Burroughs (Junky, 1953) in the post title, but it’s an apt description of my garden right now. Even the fig tree, which is still producing fruit, has no green leaves, and soon will have none at all.
Still growing. Wednesday’s breakfast perhaps? Image: Su Leslie 2019
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