Canberra (Australia) – A veil of green pools on valley floor. Grey-filled sky billows adding to uncertainty. Will I or won’t I go for a walk? We put on our gardening gear and gumboots to dig in the loam once labelled the garden bed of death. Intermittent sunlight sounds of engines thrumming, dogs barking, bees humming and tiles cracking. Beyond Canberra, on the vast flood plains of eastern Australia, rivers rise, fall and rise again.
Obligatory landscape photo – African Love Grass smothers all in its path.
Mum and the two remaining magpie chicks wait in the rain for dad to return with grubs from softened lawns.
Currawongs take over the art studio in inclement weather. The studio door is always open to opportunistic feathered friends.
We are not plagued by shadows or doubt.
There are never enough hours in the day and night to bark at creatures hiding in the chocolate vine that grows thick like the rainforest where it belongs. Clicks goes the shears – click, click, click – until the offending rodent is evicted. But wait, there may be more.
Obligatory flower photo – a dark mystery (dianella?) hovers on storm clouds in the distance.
This was Canberra’s wettest November on record. Much of eastern Australia has been affected by floods, but Canberra has been lucky to avoid the worst of the rain and storm damage. We are also privileged in that over 97% of Canberrans above 12 years of age have received their Covid vaccinations. I will leave you in suspense regarding progress on my mosaic. It’s coming along, a bit like the spread of the Omicron variant, but not as fast.
Be your most compassionate selves, ladies and gentlemen. Protect the ones you love by getting vaccinated (and boosted). There are many of us with underlying medical conditions and we deserve our freedom too. Every little bit helps.