Darling Dowling Chameleon Christmas Tree

This lately constructed Christmas tree borrows heavily from the local landscape. In a response to the heavily loaded tinsellated furbelowed, gew-gaws of the season, I am hoping to find a balance between the local ambiance with its elegantly minimal palette ( thanks to Winifred Belmont's wonderful art work) and idea of rubbing two sticks together while spending no more than $15 and 20 minutes. The Mexican mulberry paper lights were lurking in the cupboard. Long live the cable tie I say.

But then, Things develop, a lovely Banbury Cross moment arrives and there are frocks, pomegranates and green horses.Why not?


 

Tell All Walls

An old house, abandoned on Maria Island, paper walls peeled off to show the lucid frugality of re-used wooden boxes, the Vavarsium Oil, that must have lit a thousand melancholy scenes of abstemiousness.  Still that fresh pink and patterning of the wood suggests a vivacity, annd adaptability, a waste-not-want-not-ness, a handbrake on consumption that behoves. 

Dark Dark Lily

This dark velvety lily has bloomed in the fern section. The smell hovers between musk and death, the flower is quick to wither and hugs the ground. The leaves are heart shaped, last winter it disappeared altogether, as it if was on a trip downstairs. I’ve gone out to inspect it twice already today,  it might be the Lorelei.

Sole- Edarity

Yellow  takes on different looks in Sol De Wit's wheels and stripes of solid blocks of colour.  This is from the Art Gallery Of  NSW a while back but seems feasibly seasonal, or at least in the five flavour LifeSaver mood.

Three Beer Three D Printer Here

Or make that hear, hear. Or make that Ho Ho.  Of course despite this printer's ability to print beer bottles, something has obviously malfunctioned as these are empties. Perhaps it was out of dr-ink.

Return of the Lime Spiders

Like verde Fu Manchu moustache, like a new type of sklent exclamation mark, like a green wind suddenly solidified, the orchids set out early December to beguile. I count stalks fondly, enumerate blooms and new shoots. Heady days.

Birds Singing in the Peony Tree

In an impulse to catch the sudden gorgeousness of peonies, their French fripperies of soft petals, soft fading, not yet falling, not yet momentarily floating petals, I see our set of fine finches, plum throat, fire tail, pictorella and double-barred, out of focus, in that 'in-the-woods' way, from the more than admirable artist Sine MacPherson have set the tone. Bravo New World.

Frond Moments of Cycadian Curliculation

Last year  this Macrozamia, one of two that can be relied upon to do their best by Fibonacci, sending up fronds that can be counted on,  went off like an emphatic italicized exclamation mark. This year it seemed to be cued to curlicues, setting up this neat world of whorls.  Kudos to these  tender unfurlings of cycadian life.