huddle

Waiting for the cooler weather to roll in. It's been a little warmer here over the last few days, I'm not sure where Autumn has gone. But I am looking forward to the chilly weather and layering up. And these guys are just a little bit cute, all fluffed up, all huddled together.

Perhaps a picnic in the park with cheese, wine & tea? All layered up and huddled in good conversation, of course.

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mobilised

Khaki, crimson, spots, fur, leather, tan, black, aviators and attitude to boot.

I want this look... a trip somewhere really cold perhaps?

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the time that was

I won't lie. I've been M.I.A. for a reason.
My world as I know has taken a rather strange and unexpected turn down a foreign, perhaps dim-lit alley and it's taken me sometime to see the light of the street yonder.

It's not the end of the world, no - despite recent predictions, it's just a job contract has suddenly been terminated for company financial strains, it's end of semester, my sister has a had a car accident (the car was a write-off, but she's okay), she's been in hospital twice in the last month for severe tonsilitis, there's family issues annnnd... life - well, it throws everything at you at once doesn't it?

This has been my Little Hell.

Justified title, probably not. But I'm one of those people who is selective in sharing my troubles I guess. I'm always an ear, a shoulder and word of advice or a coffee or a drink or a walking pal. A call in the middle of the night - I'm yours... I've just kept things all inside in this turbulent time a little too long. And finally, I feel right enough to blog again. Some things needn't be shared. So now my reason for being AWOL is out in the open let's embrace June shall we?

This evening was one of my two shifts this week at the restaurant... and honestly, it's been the best thing to happen to me all week - get me out of the house, back into the swing of things. A cack, a giggle - the focus off me.

I sit here listening to City and Colour's 'Little Hell' album and am once again besotted by his re-al voice and ever so comfortable, grounding and resonating melodies.

City And Colour's Little Hell - album art

I know I'm back... why? I found the most ridiculous thing on the fridge this evening hilarious. My brother's RAAF mate 'tagged' himself in a grad photo. "SEXY". Daley? Really?

I dare say this happened after the infamous party I missed, but nonetheless it brightened my night/day. Conceited with the intent to make you laugh. Got me in one.

How has your June been?

Apart from unexpected occurrences, I've revamped The Book Club blog site and finished the current book :: To Kill A Mocking Bird - by Harper Lee. What a book - so profound for the period set and published. Everyone should read this book and appreciate the honestly and humility embedded within Lee's pages.

To summarise, June :: eventful - to say the least. Humbling, yes. Turbulent and unsteady, oh heck yes.

Doors opening for rejuvenation - I can see them already.

Watch this space.

X

juin

Bonjour Juin.

Month number six - you are here.

You can believe it less than I.

What does this month hold? A Godson to be born healthy and happy into this world, a semester of study to pass with flying colours of fantastic achievements, the cooler weather to breeze past your nose in the morning, and life to continue and be known as the second half of 2011. It has flown, and there is much more to cram into the year before the count is over.

My... where do you begin? I have an innate desire to be lost between the pages of novels, to re-ignite The Book Club and finally get For The Quill And Ink off the ground as an entity - just quietly, I'm over talking about it... and I'm sure you'e sick of listening to the pipedream remain semi-stagnant.

Brisbane, the winter here is debatable with regard to the truly mild one we tend to experience.

But June, what is it that makes me want to take this time out for you?

You take me back to hockey games in Armidale, early morning bus rides, toast and porridge and weekend family breakfasts at home. Spitfire (our dog) baking herself in the sun... my dressing gown, my uggs. The sub-zero temperatures when we visit the place (my parent's) that I will always call home.

My Sundays playing Golf, walking hill after hill... to hack through a rough of fallen leaves and sink via a silky smooth, evening dew adorned green.

These are only some of the feelings that conjure my June.

The meaning of June will surely change... but when it does the memories may be saved here.

Happy second day of this sixth month.

X

There is nothing like an Australian winter sunrise.