Isabella and The Winter Blues, Greens and Purples.

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Isabella and The Winter Blues, Greens and Purples.

All the leaves were brown. The sky was a beautiful shade of wintery blue. Isabella went for her walk on this winter day. There was something quite magnificent about winter on the Granite Belt. The nights were freezing (literally) and the days, if clear, were dreamy warm. Isabella still had a lot of laundry to do but instead of approaching the dreaded chore, she hid in a protected area of the garden. The hub was Isabella’s secret garden with a micro-climate of its very own. Flowers blossomed at the wrong time, eggs hatched, the offspring flourished, and the water ran warm – all in this sub-zero season. It was all just so lovely that even the Mamas and the Papas did not need to dream of California. Isabella was safe and warm. And that was all that mattered. The laundry could wait another day….. or two…. or more.

Isabella and The Succulents.

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Isabella and The Succulents.

Isabella loved to garden. She especially loved the succulents that thrived with such little attention. In the drought, they quietly did their thing and in the flooding rain they soaked up the goodness like plump sponges. Isabella especially loved the architectural nature of succulents. The angles and the structures of these plants played in the shadows of an otherwise uninhabitable environment. Isabella also loved their resilience. The way one broken petal could be shoved in soil and grow into a complete plant, bewildered Isabella. These amazing little succulents went about their business without any fuss. Isabella knew that the freezing frost was about to launch its wrath on these succulents. They had survived it in the past and again, they will conquer the cold with little complaint. Perhaps a lesson for us all.

Isabella and Mowing the Lawn.

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Isabella and Mowing the Lawn.

It was a day like no other. Isabella had spent the morning mowing the lawn only to discover that she never had enough petrol to finish that last square meter of grass. So instead of getting more petrol, she meditated under her favourite granite boulder. Grass will keep growing – it is the way of the world… for now.