There's been a lot going on around here lately. I seem to be running from one thing to the next. Some highs and some lows. Happy times and sad. My girl turned ten (!) We celebrated Christmas with good food and good friends. I felt like I ran a marathon prepping and working for a friend at the Taste Festival. And MoMa keeps going from strength to strength.
But for the most, it's hard to think about anything much than the devastation that has hit our island. So many homes lost to intense bush fires. So much devastation. Heartbreaking.
The flip side is the incredible show of community spirit as people come together to help those in need.
Humans are amazing.
Humans are amazing.
The camera sits forlornly on the table. Not used much lately. But then amidst all the goings one, there was a moment I photographed with Hugo. After a friend gave us a huge bucket of cherries from his tree. I took them and I sat with Hugo on the verandah and we ate those cherries. As the cherries stained his clothes, I taught him an important life skill. That is, to spit the pips over the railing.
I sat and looked down at what's left of my garden, at the shrivelled leaves on the fruit trees, the wilted berries and the dead brown grass. All decimated after 40 plus temperatures, crazy hot winds and no rain for weeks. Not a drop. I try to feel grateful that I still have a garden. Plenty don't. I do feel grateful but it is still hard nonetheless.
So I sit with my son, spit pips over the railing and life seems perfect for a moment. I forget about the bad stuff, breath in the moment, remember the good and finish that bucket of cherries.
Feeling incredibly lucky really.
Feeling incredibly lucky really.
