It has been a particularly 'bumpy' week.
My birthday on Monday began so happy with a visit from Blossom and the children, tiramisu for morning tea, and a much needed new vacuum cleaner from my husband...
...but later that day my mind was taken to a very dark place, a lonely place, and every ounce of energy, both physical and emotional, drained away.
Such is common for me on special days such as Mothers Day or my birthday, but as the day began so wonderfully I was not prepared for the darkness which followed.
The following day I stepped outside before the sun made it's way over the mountain and with camera in hand let my attention fall to the beauty of simple things; the God-created simplicity of the garden in late summer, a garden often scorched under this intense tropical sun, but valiantly struggling to keep going until the relief promised as we near winter in a few months time.
Weeds fight for dominion over the flowers, herbs, and our two vegetables which have managed to hang on the past few months - spring onions (scallions) and rocket (arugula) - yet I still see beauty in the early morning light.
The roses have been slow to re-bloom this February, so I added rose food to their pots, moved a few to different areas in the yard, and gave them all a little trim. How joyous to have them flourishing once more.