Even as the lemmings followed each other off the cliff, there must of been one or two - at the back - saying “Lovely day for a walk.”
Even though the list of endangered species grows by the day, the bees have been hard at work and the frogs croak in the pond. I don’t know what happened to the canary in the coalmine - hope it’s all right.
The snowdrops have made way for the daffodils. They’ve been joined and followed by the pink and red flowering cherries and the bluebells. The brilliant lime green foliage of the Japanese maples contrasts with the wine red leaves of the other maple. The camellia blooms have gone to be relaced by the purple/blue rhododendrons while the lemon scented yellow flowered rhododendron awaits it’s time.
The winds last night have covered the flower beds in pink blossom and the fountain runs slow under the weight of petals.
Bountiful is the descriptive word which springs to mind.
Meanwhile those who create wealth out of thin air are dismayed to find that real wealth cannot be created by shuffling numbers around a board.
I don’t know why the fact that Robert Mugabe practises yoga disconcerts me - perhaps it’s the naive belief that the practice of something worthwhile will spill over into other areas of life. There are 220,000 listings of jokes about Mugabe on the internet. I didn’t google to find that out - it was just to check the spelling of his name. Zimbabwe’s land blooms with flowers but there’s no food. Meanwhile this hideous man scrambles and fumbles to find a way to keep control of the Titanic. Not much difference to the robber barons of Wall Street.
Even though spring is here, it’s early days and the temperature today is ten degrees midmorning.
My nephew is trying to buy a house. My friend is drowning under the weight of mortgage. My neighbours' children search the house for five cent pieces to put food on the table. If I keep working for another five years, I’ll own the workers cottage which was built the year I was born. Meanwhile the sun shines with the promise of warmth to come and the colder layers of depression sense movement within rigidity. Within nature, there is no right, no wrong, no good, no bad. It just is... in all its prolific majesty.
It’s as good a time to be alive as any other. Whether that’s cold comfort or not depends upon whether you feel you’re on solid ground. We’ll need to give some thought here in Australia as to how we help our Pacific neighbours whose land is slipping away.
It’s odd that Papua New Guinea is already offering land while we remain so tight lipped as to be silent on the issue. The first few boatloads of refugees have landed on atolls which is to be expected with the recent change of government and more will certainly come.
A beautiful Iris appeared unexpectedly among the last of the daffodils. The tiger lilies will make their orange appearance shortly and be followed by the six foot high canna lilies of brilliant and varied colours. Hooray for today.