Wandered into the park across the road, and found a secret nook of the garden. Followed the watercourse up from the lake, past the "water over the rocks" feature, on, up to a japanese-style pond, across a small green bridge, and into the bamboo rushes.
It's a nice day to get lost in the woods.
Evidence of the scarcity of such an occasion, making it all the more special.
Through the yellow grass, under the bridge...
... and into the park.
Autumn's already making it's mark.
Don't worry. We ditch the shoes soon.
Not yet, it would seem. Perhaps it's for the best - they do go well with the rest of the colour scheme...
SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL! THROUGH THE REEDS...
Secret Tunnel Reeds - close up and personal.
Secret Path of the Secret Tunnel.
Rain, doing it's thing on a reed.
... this is my new wallpaper.
The feet are unleashed...
... and the shoes take a vacation.
More happy snaps from the holidaying couple.
Secret Tunnel, second half.
I love my colour-coordinated umbrella.
I choose you - Macro! Go! Macro, use... - Macro!(It's super effective! Critical hit! Enemy bridge is beautified!)
No. Jac's not walking on water (though she did get the urge to try it) - there's strange stepping-stone paths in the reeds...
... see?
More rain + leaves + macro = awesome.
etc etc.
Less macro, more plant.
Secret Tunnel VI: The Return of the Macro.
More scenery.
Secret Tunnel, facing North. (I think.)
Storm clouds and pines.
Rain came back over, cutting the umbrella's vacation short.
Said rain over previously mentioned pond.
Tree on island in pond.
Pond. And ripples. And probably a bit of rubbish in there somewhere, too.
And Jac. In the rain.Me + my pretty new op-shoped clothes and mummy-bought cardigan
+ rain + a hidden nook of the garden all to myself = very very happy Jac. And lots of pictures. And I got to run around barefoot!! :^3
Mmm. Went home last weekend (made the most of the monday public holiday). Was rather impromptu - one moment was walking home from the stores talking to mum on the phone; next I was scrambling to make a bus as mum booked it.
Got to the other end late, and called in at Tea's apartment for the night. After half an hour of meowing and scratching at the door, was finally let inside and filled up with fresh warm pizza, then - after appeasing the host's innecessant need for ping-pong - hit the hayless floor (Ess & I choose this life! Don't judge us!) ;^}
Morning - back up the coast, whole group housecall at Ess's, swapping of stories and gifts, a parting of the amigos, a spot of op-shopping with Ess - then home.
It wasn't home, though. I hadn't realised it, until I stood there at the door. That I no longer had a place there - yes, my room was still mine (though there had been some grave-robbing going on... ;^D), and I was still a part of my family and they still loved me - but I couldn't stay there any longer. My time there, under my family's wing - my childhood - had come to an end without me really knowing it, or knowing what it would mean to me. I felt sick and lost - and even now, I still feel a little forelorn (this sad, slow, heart-rending music you guys gave me isn't helping things, either...). I walked around the house like I still lived there - I navigated around it just as easily as I used to and still did things just as automatically as before - but sometimes, sometimes I'd search for a door handle that wasn't there, or I'd go to raid the kitchen and my eyes would expected a different bench, a different cupboard, a different fridge. I felt lost and a little alone, in the house I'd come back to to feel safe and like I belonged. I didn't know things would change so quickly, and I guess I just wasn't ready for it.
The weekend home left me tired and emotionally wound up - and to top it all off, when I got off the bus the night I came back here, I had to get a taxi home (the bus services stopped 15min before I arrived because of the public holiday) - AND BY GOSH THEY COST AN ARM AND A LEG. Twenty. Twenty perfectly good dollars to get me two suburbs over. Paste on the smile, try not to cringe too much as you hand over half next week's groceries, and get out of there as quick as you can and hope desperately to never have to do it again.
Classes and general housekeeping's kept me busy this week, but finally got a moment to stop and kick back a moment this afternoon - and properly appreciate the rain (as it should be appreciated). Tomorrow I'll have to make up for it and work hard on my History essay and my Design light-study project, but the rest I got today was well worth it. I feel content, safe, and warm.
I hope you all had a good weekend too. :^)
See you round!
(Oh. And we made a kite for D&T.)
:^)
Pudding, it is hard having two homes. But it's also the best of two worlds. You would outgrow what you can do from here, like a plant that needs repotting.
ReplyDeleteBTW, P confirms that it is indeed Martin Dent in your photo.