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Dear Ciara,
A busy couple of days. Sorry I haven’t written. I’ve been organising a work event and the workload has been a bit unsustainable. Thankfully, the event is this Thursday. I will soon be free again. Bear with me while I tumble through the next couple of days.
The sky was heavy with cloud today. A thick, grey blanket that threatened rain, but nothing ever fell. There were hardly any birds in the sky too, just some ibises circling and crying overhead. I felt it was a bad omen of some kind. Despite the ominous weather and my own paranoia, I still decided to walk to work. Focused my attention on the glorious rows of callistemon and hibiscus that have been planted alongside the road by the council. Managed to snag my bag on a scarlet powder-puff tree and brought one of the red flowers to work with me. Red seems to be the colour of all the flowers on my walk to work—red callistemon, scarlet powder-puff, red hibiscus, Chinese ixora...
The Organist and I sat down last night and created a “life bucket list”—a list of all the things we want to do before we die. There was less on my list than I expected. I guess I'm not as demanding as I used to be, or my desires for simplicity have overtaken some of those bigger dreams. Or perhaps it is just evidence of how turbulent I am? My dreams and hopes seem to change shape as quickly as they appear. I can’t rely on myself to be consistent.
The garden is doing well. Radish seedlings are beginning to germinate throughout my garden beds. I tossed some of these on a whim. I have a pot filled with cosmos ready to flower, but I can't quite seem to remember what colour they are. I have a feeling they are red.
The song for today is:
Colder — Jo Davie
It kept me company on my walk. If I had synesthesia, I'd say the colour of this song is red. Except I don't have synesthesia, so...
Love,
The Gardener