Channelling LeAnn Rimes this week. Sydney has been blustery and grey, and the rain seems never ending. Last week I sat on the headland at Curl Curl beach and watched a lone man chase his pink beach umbrella, bouncing along the sand like a naughty bunny. It ended up floating upside down in the choppy sea, swirling out with the tide. Meanwhile black clouds raced towards the coast and swirled over the breakers. It's gonna hit hard, I was informed by a rugged old surfer, his hair like blonde steel wool. I nodded and tried to convey through my smile that I am the daughter of surfers and ocean lovers, I know me a coastal storm. And baby A laughed at the wind in her face.
Delphinium, dahlia, flannel flower, sea holly, wooly bush, maraya.