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Published: October 5th 2007
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heather don and callum at rottnest
A quick snap near the lakes after a sneak peak at the Quokkas. 16 October 2006.
Spring has sprung, in WA. The wildflowers know it. It’s the only time of the year that they desperately seek the pollination of the birds bees and butterflies - that they have evolved so magnificently to attract - only to find them scared off by the incessant masses of sightseers. Lingering longer than usual to get just the right *snap*. Leaving many million of stamen unpollinated, barren and more inclined to decline. As if the ever growing kit-homes weren’t enough.
There are 800 species of wildflower in the south west, only 2000 in the world. yet, the grapevines continue to be planted, grapes are stockpiled and, the good marketers get their share of the market while most of the wine growers and the jarrah rainforests struggle to get through yet another season. Also, of course there’s the clear-felling for the new display ‘compounds’. That is, where the land is cleared of century old habitats including xanthereas (black boys and girls) to make way for those new concrete mansions and the reticulation-dependent garden plants that cannot then grow in the sandy soil…hmm something is wrong here isn’t it?
Doubleview, Perth
Our friends next door
star mites end of year wizard and witches day
Callum and Genevieve dress up and enjoy trying to do gymnastics while wearing capes and home made hats - hilarious clang their wire screen door again. Its 11pm, only early for this mob. The voices, some muffled, some adults, some kids echo over the fence into our quiet house. Small children whine, babies cry out. Some femaile voices nag, they are not violent, not abusive not terrorising. They are just awake- most nights, and live in a house that, with a continuous revolving door, is home to at least 10 kids under 10, between 3 and 6 adults and numerous visitors. Some transient, some interlopers, some freeloaders, some here to hit who only drop in for a moment to exchange hands.
But mostly its banging of doors and unhushed voices. Whether is 8pm or 4am.
The kids, I must say, are truly delightful. Well most of the time. Shekayla asked me when we were moving out yesterday. When I asked if they wanted us to move out they said - yes. When I aasked again why, they said - quite simply - so we can play at your house and ride our scooters in the driveway. Shayley smiled coyly, at thought to say, I’m embarrassed but its true. Tom, as oblivious as always - realising that the only
the kids next door
We made some great friends and had some great times with the kids next door at Doubleview. Play doh, colouring in, handstands, paper planes, thomas, and paper hats were but a few of the games. thing less interesting than a conversation with me was perhaps, a long conversation with me wandered off to swing on a rope tied to the tree outside his house. Interrupted in his decision only to assist his 2yr old brother in picking up the obviously oversized scooter he was about to get on and fall off. There is no doubt these kids raise themselves more than your average young aussie. You can see the responsibility in their actions as they tame, calm, supervise and reassure those that are younger. Then in almost the same movement, become the younger one who is being supervised. An amazing organic and fluid mechanism that is fascinating to me to observe and reflect upon. A reaction that they would almost certainly consider over the top, unnecessary, and pretentious Im sure, should they have the spare time or inclination to bother considering it.Which, thankfully for me and for them, they don’t.
I shall retire now even more tired. As I try get up on time for work tomorrow. The ride there is a blessing , I enjoy inhaling the big deep breaths of morning perth air. A surprisingly clean experience despite the city being
12 km away and Osborne park industrial area being 2km away.
Glen is passed out with tiredness, he has returned from a day trip to our old home Narrogin. I haven’t found out how his day was because today was nesting day - forst trimester, starting early - all spare time sent into cleaning. The car, the back (poppy don’s) room, all our possessions bagged and ready to go - where ? I’m not certain.
Genevieve and Callum enjoyed each others company playing at the jewellery work shop at Mt Hawthorn and then running wildly at the local park. After making curry and rice; ice cream with choc-tops and eating a huge helping of fairy floss. All pretend of course. And, after ‘stuck in the mud and ‘duck-duck-goose' for five or six rounds. After the swings, and a brief lunch and the 'find the treasure' game. We were ( I was) exhausted. There was only enough energy for a Milo and a play on the trampoline at Genevieve’s house. Well, and long play, plus a book or two. Plus some cartwheels. But that was absolutely all we had energy for…
Next Stage is beyond, and for
The watercolour workshop at New Norcia
A lone benedictine monk returning from an evening stroll. 2007 we move again.
Shall I go or shall i stay now? We head for the 'semi permanent' residence a little further up the road. Another suburb of Perth - Trigg.
And, with it arrives a new baby....James
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