I have had a series of failures with my sewing and embroidery. It quite saps the soul. I think these pieces will need to be binned. I haven't had this kind of failure rate for years. The thing is you keep on hoping that you can rescue your work while knowing it's a lot cause. Failure does not sit happily on my shoulders.
So, to lighten my load I decided to take a walk. We have had a few days of heavy rain and it has been chilly but everything has been washed clean. All the dust has been washed out of the air and the flowers are everywhere. How did I miss these?
Walking up my street I looked up and saw that the Camphor Laurels had all put on new clothes of bright green, (all the old leaves have been removed by the rain and are now clogging the gutters.)
I walked on down to the river to where the 'river walk' used to be before the flood. This was one of my favourite walks and I have keep away from this area but this day I walked up the river bank and found it strangely peaceful. There were no crowds of joggers, bikers, walkers or families just the river and the reminders of times past. But, a positive point is that the water is starting to turn blue again. There is still lots of brown but there is now lots of blue.
A steel gate barrs access to the walk and the remains of a bench, broken by the force of the water, sits as a lonely reminder of the flood.
It was here that I realised that there were flowers everywhere. The creepers were reaching for the sun.
The bird of paradise flowers were displaying their beauty.
And Spring really is inching closer.
With a lighter heart I walked onto the next park and found this is where all the walkers etc had moved to, along with the birds. The birds have been attracted by all the fresh blooms loaded with nectar. The Coral trees are all flowers and no leaves, making it easy for the birds to get to the flowers.
I am always surprised by birds. When I downloaded the images I find they are looking right back at me.
The lorikeets look our from the greenery and yell to tell their mates to look at there is someone down there taking photos.
I decided to miss New Farm Park, as it was Sunday and would be full of people, instead I walked home through the streets I knew had gone under in the flood. All that water has made the gardens bloom,
and the street trees have exploded with flowers.
You know, I have now decided that one piece of embroidery is for the bin, another has to be unpicked and started again and I think I can fix the remaining one.