My moment today was one of discovery.
Do you remember this young lady?
Zilma, the pigeon.
You may recall that, after much heartache…
Two new eggs arrived on her nest.
Two more chances to be a Mummy.
SHE’S DONE IT!
Zilma has become a MUMMY!
Two little pigeon babies born.
Snuggled up with Mummy.
Safe and sound.
It was an inspired idea.
On a day like today.
All the smiles came along for the ride.
The usual fun and games were had.
Climbing! his toddler voice shouted.
Yay. Climbing, said Mummy…
A little less enthusiastically.
The slide was in it for the good time.
As always, a good friend.
A loyal companion.
And then it was time for Mummy’s favourite part.
A picnic with her little man.
The toddler’s all time favourite.
And then the moment.
He’d snuck to the park on his lunch break.
A momentous surprise!
One that made every one very, very happy.
Even this guy.
Did you know that there are purple potatoes in this world?
They are called ‘Royal Blue’ potatoes.
But by golly gosh.
White on the inside.
Purple on the outside.
I’m in love.
The only thing for it was to make a cottage pie.
The recipe did not require purple potatoes.
Rude. I used them any way.
First, I chopped up the cry babies.
Then, the stinky one.
Some white trees.
Some skinny, orange fellows.
And finally, some of this.
Thank you, cheese gods.
A very proud moment.
And not at all purple any more.
The little girl in my heart came alive today.
She remembered this place with such fondness.
The butterfly enclosure at Melbourne Zoo;
It was still there.
Exactly as five year old me remembered it.
It was wonder and whimsy and sparkle;
A million colours in the sky.
It was a toddler that found a new reason to smile.
A new reason to giggle.
It was just…
So full of lovely.
So full of moments.
Sadness lives far away from here.
That’s what the child within me whispered.
But adult me saw things that her innocent eyes could not see.
It did live here, after all.
Poor, poor butterfly.
So sad, but still able to fly.
A lucky break to hush her sadness.
A thousand beautiful friends.
All fluttering by to cheer her up.
Every year in winter, our garden turns into a jungle.
Weeds, on top of weeds.
Shame, everywhere I look.
Then comes spring.
And everything comes up roses.
When the first spec of pollen hit…
I had a moment.
Ours is the garden that just keeps on giving.
It never asks much in return.
It just keeps coming up roses.
No questions asked.
Every year, its beauty takes my breath away.
So today I decided to give something back.
I got down on my hands and knees and I…
And it was so, so good.
Every now and then I’d look up.
And there it was.
A sweet little thank you.
Yes. That garden of ours.
And I am so glad she got a little bit of love from me, today.
She so deserves it.