Spring and Poppies


Overlooking the courtyard, at cafe at the Old Parliament House

After lunching at the Old Parliament House on Saturday, we looked at some photographs on exhibition (Beyond Reasonable Drought) before we leave. I remember one distinctive image of a huge gum tree with water marks higher than 2 men. Just right below on the bare earth stood a man, pointing at the still-visible marks. There is barely a puddle of water within the framing of the image. Then, there are images displaying how dry the earth is, in cracks and cakes.

And today, the sky opens up and started pouring in buckets but preceded the grand entrance of torrential wind, laced with grey and sulky clouds. 7 or 8 hours later, it’s still pouring. It’s of course a wonderful news to the Canberra region. I can only wish the same for the farmers in the rural.


View from the National Library

After lunch, we stopped by at the Floriade. It’s quite crowded and scorching hot. I spotted a blonde girl in shorts with uneven tan on her legs. Why some people even bother? It’s still spring.  We should be wearing big hats, marvellous pin-up hairs and pearl necklaces.  We should be in floral dresses doing a lot of twirls. Maybe bad fashion is needed to gain some perspectives.


Poppies & daffodils. I love spring flowers

September 23, 2008 | diary

Relaunch

Makan Singapore relaunched. Hope you’ll give it a visit.

September 17, 2008 | diary

I Have A Date With Spring

These, from the garden. Simple and quiet. In vase, reusable plastic champagne flute and old coffee jar. It’s a good time to take a look around your garden, find the odd branch that you meant to trim but didn’t. Trim it now and spruce up the forgotten corner of your home. Waste not, want not. Have I mentioned that I love spring?

On an entirely different note, I’ve been taking driving lessons for the last few months using the log book system and finally pass my driving, just today. And Ms Sayang, she’s a psychic. She knew before I told her.

September 9, 2008 | diary

The Season That Follows

How time came and went. The second day of spring and the garden is blooming with flowers as white as snow. It’s the same every year. Flowers blooming, followed by the gradual shoots that will grow into luscious green leaves and stay that way for the rest of the summer before autumn demands its shedding.

Over the years, the tree has become the main feature in the garden and is truly a beacon that marks the seasons. The leaves the blush in red and golden when autumn arrives. The flowers that never bloom in full before spring. By the end of spring, it will have a green crowning glory.

The joy of welcoming the spring is not something that will go out of the season. (yes! yes! yes! It’s a pun…)

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I haven’t exactly been doing much as I’ve been sick since last week. It takes a lot of effort thinking straight, concentrating on the patterns while washing my hands every other minute after blowing my nose. However, I managed to get two things done just before and during the time I was sick.

A brooch made from remnants and a vintage button. I understand now how crafters and designers can get so excited about vintage buttons!

A case that I’m not sure if I want to put it up for sale. Still, I love the flowers on the side sewn by hand using silver metallic thread and blanket stitch. The fabric a cut-out from my very first Japanese fat quarter purchased at a craft fair few years ago. In fact, it’s the first fabric I’ve purchased in my life.

How so very spring!

September 2, 2008 | craft, diary