of floods and sunshine
The day after I wrote to you last week, our town of Bowral was isolated by floods. We were fine; only my garden suffered from the seemingly never-ending rain.
Even though it felt weird to be cut off, I knew we were fortunate. It’s difficult to comprehend how badly floods have affected the people of Lismore in the north of our state. It is devastating.
The sun emerged here on Thursday and the drying began. Driving around the area has become an extreme sport in some streets as huge potholes have opened and some roads have collapsed. Yet life goes on, as it always does.
During the rain, I sewed a second small quilt for the back of one of our armchairs. It is simply made of fabric squares stitched together and machine quilted with cross hatching. Measuring 56cm x 76cm, I suspect this is the largest piece I am comfortable machine quilting. Bigger quilts will be either hand quilted or sent to a professional who knows what she is doing!
One of the e-books I read recently is A Botanist’s Guide to Parties and Poisons by Kate Khavari. It won’t be published until June but, if you like the sound of it, you could ask your library to order a copy. You can read my review here.
As a book lover, I was sad to see a photo of the destroyed collection of Lismore Library. BAD Sydney Crime Writers Festival is holding a talk with Candice Fox, Chris Hammer and Michael Robotham to raise funds to help the library replace its stock.
It will be held on 1 April at 6pm at the State Library of NSW and you can attend in person or via Zoom. The authors will be talking about the place of libraries and books in their lives, and the crime story they could set in a library. I wonder what they’ll come up with?
Doesn’t that sound great? I’ll be taking the Zoom livestream. More details and tickets available here.
I want to tell you a story about our clothesline, a rotary hoist in the backyard. The line really needed restringing when we moved here two-and-a-half years ago but it was functional. Since then, the odd string would break when I put out the washing. Eventually, it became a rotary hoist with as many snapped strings as useable ones.
Yet I continued to work around the hanging broken lines. I’m not the queen of procrastination for nothing! But it was one day last week that prompted me to take action.
I was gazing out my office window, watching the rain pour down, when a giggle* of pink galahs settled themselves on the clothesline. One of them was obviously showing off for his mates when he held onto one of the sagging lines with his claws and swung, backwards and forwards, upside down. It’s a sad day when galahs use your saggy clothesline as an amusement ride.
I fixed the line yesterday.
Have you ever visited an herbarium? It’s fascinating. I‘ve written a post about what you might find at the National Herbarium of New South Wales, which is moving from Sydney to Mount Annan. You can find it here.
Remember that everyone needs support sometimes. I know I simply can’t bear the weight of all the bad news in the world. If you are overwhelmed, it’s helpful to talk to a friend or family member about your worries. Please don’t keep it all inside your head.
My borage appreciated having a nearby hydrangea to support it during the rain. Everything needs something else to lean on.
Have a lovely week.
* I found several collective nouns for galahs but I’ve opted to use ‘giggle’ just because I like the ridiculousness of it. It sounds so much better than ‘flock’, doesn’t it? 😊