Today I need to notice the good stuff.
The rain stopped and the sun is shinning. The humidity is gone and there is a light breeze that fans my face as I walk around the orchard. I have an orchard!
The figs are fine; the rain didn’t spoil them.
The UPS man brings a parcel of yarn. I compliment him on finding my place and he laughs, oh we know where you are – behind the fruit trees! That makes me smile.
I tear open the parcel immediately and the first colour that jumps out to greet me is a yellow that a child would use to colour the sun and the heart of a daisy.
The next is of strawberries and cream.
My friend Ang is coming home tomorrow after a month overseas and we will resume our fortnightly shopping trip to the produce market on New Year’s Day and on the following free Friday, a friend is bringing her friends over to show off my garden.
Meanwhile I’ve employed a backpacker, an Englishman called Nick to come and help me tidy the grounds. There is no grounds to speak of, if truth be told so we’ll try to boss the trees back into some semblance of order.
All good stuff. Life is good and I won’t let the turkeys get me down. I don’t really know what that means; I didn’t even have turkey for Christmas but nothing is going to spoil my day.