A Glassful of Life

Like an expectant father, I wait for the rest of the lilies to burst. A view of my front 'garden'. In this season my mind turns to gardening. I have become a very stay-at-home/indoors kind of person, but when the swallows are high and swirling in splendid summer spirals, I raise my head above the parapet and look to the outdoors. My ‘front garden’ consists of a line of pavement in front of my house where I park pots with their assorted plants. Miraculously they are not all spirited away in the middle of the night, although I have had a pot or two stolen or a plant ripped out by the roots; some in the plain light of day. There are also some little mischief-makers who like breaking the leaves of my blue agave. One can tell that small fingernails have been pressed into the fleshy leaves and it irritates me no end. I know that it is the work of children, fascinated with the texture, and I only hope that they grow out of it soon. Unless I catch them in flagrant...

Some gratuitous Jacaranda porn - I'm really trying hard to get out and about - My neighbourhood is worth it. I’ve been busy—busy with things—busy with life. Now that’s got to be a good thing. Life doesn’t happen to me every day. I recently had a visitor here, from Ireland. Not staying in the house, but I kept some time free from work to meet up with him, to go for meals, and try out new restaurants. I hardly know my city at all, so it was nice to get out and about a bit, though in the course of things, I realised that I suffer from real anxiety at the thought of going out. Not so much going to the shops—although I often put that off until I run out of food—but dressing-up going-out—not OTT you understand—just a shower and taking time to match my top to my bottom and find a cardigan or scarf that goes with the ensemble. Perhaps even a matching necklace or bracelet. The first evening I was meeting my friend in town at 8pm, I procrastinated and procrastinated and...