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 Pile of Dirty Washing in the Laundry.

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Isabella and The Pile of Dirty Washing in the Laundry.

There was no denying it. The rain was no where to be seen and Isabella had no more excuses for the large pile of dirty washing in the laundry. She had never seen the sky so blue, the sun so warm, the air so clean. Isabella had laundry to do and there was nothing that would stop her. In an instant, Isabella stood back, took a deep breath and thought, “The sky is blue. The sun is warm. The air is clean. ” There began the procurement of fresh Australian king prawns, a perfectly ripe avocado and a bottle of chilled local white wine. With Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds playing, good food and great wine, Isabella believed herself to be the happiest she had been in ages. Thank God she had decided to stuff the laundry today. She may have to do the same tomorrow.

Isabella and The Front Loader Washing Machine.

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Isabella and The Front Loader Washing Machine.

Contemplation on the veranda – so much to do, so little time. Even her armed friend was enjoying the reflective mood circling in the air. It wasn’t until Isabella revealed her frustration at waiting for the front loader to complete it’s cycle that the tranquility was so abruptly broken. Yes, the front loader saved water, washed better and so neatly enabled bench space in her laundry, but for goodness sake – hurry the f*@^ up.