Spring time

Today I took a walk through the paddocks and forest area behind our house. I've never been in europe while its spring, and the colours are so vibrant!



In Oz, the smells are of eucalypt and wattle. Here the smell is of decaying oak and leaves (which i quite like). It's all so green, too! (Hey, Australia is in drought don't ya know)


Ok, so I love visiting cemeteries. I think my mum started this in me, I have fond memories of visiting old cemeteries in the high country of vic with her, buying books on the history of the inhabitants and trying to find the oldest graves. I still want to travel the Australian desert after reading a great book an old guy wrote about his journey to find the oldest graves of some of our first explorers. I thought the above landscape was so peaceful and serene.

This statue made me kind of sad, the whole cometary is so colourful and full of flowers, she looks as if she's eternally mourning someone buried there.


This was kind of strange to me, I'd never visited a cemetary where small garden beds were planted on top of the grave. Some of them were quite elaborate, and I saw many elderly people weeding them and planting new flowers. There was even a shed full of tools supplied by the caretaker. I quite like the idea of having plants being planted above my grave, my decaying body feeding them. Brings back one of my favourite stories that mum used to read to my brother and i when we were young titled Grandpa's Garden. It was about a boy finding an old fox pelt that was made into a scarf and feeding it lemons from the lemon tree that was planted above where its body was buried. Each lemon gave it back a bone, until eventually it came to life and sprung from the cupboard to run into the woods.