Friday, November 21, 2014
We moved to this cosy little home a few months ago now, just as as spring was beginning. There were a few cool nights, but it wasn't long until spring seemed to give way to summer. Two year old Ignatius' explanation of the cicada song that started up as the evenings grew warmer (as he points out the door): "it's a noisy moon". Sunset streams onto a messy table/ Ignatius' two favourite things at the moment - trucks and flowers/ Roses from our garden - such a gift to inherit a lovely garden to tend and nurture/ Beautiful wisteria hangs over the neighbour's fence to us/ Neighbours on the west and our shade house/ Ignatius on his bike/ A lone, handsome palm tree/ November Lilies flowering in October/ Roses through the fence/ Jacarandas and Silky Oaks in bloom together/ Sweaty curls after a nap.
Posted by Sharolyn Newington at Friday, November 21, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
I sometimes teach an afternoon art class for children. It is in a dark, cold, concrete room. I love the way the winter sun shines in through the high windows. I want to soak up all the sun I can on these days. But it shone into eyes, and so we climbed up onto tables and used swimming towels from the lost property, hung to keep it out. The light still glows but the girls are no longer blinded by it's strength. We weaved wool. Perfect for a wintry Brisbane day.
Posted by Sharolyn Newington at Tuesday, July 01, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
A sunset walk in search of red. We found a Moreton Bay Fig tree catching the last of the light; hibiscus; bougainvillea; mysterious passion flower vine; a little boy watching the rising moon; poinsettias. I am on an ongoing journey to find ways of appropriating the liturgical calendar to my southern hemisphere, sub-tropical hometown of Brisbane. Although they are associated with Christmas in the Americas, poinsettias flower at Pentecost time here - very fitting for a celebration of tongues of fire wouldn't you say?
Posted by Sharolyn Newington at Wednesday, June 25, 2014