Tomorrow, I must finish both my math and physics. This is my goal. It's also what I'm supposed to be doing right now, but I'm a mental masochist. And I'm tired and full of fish.

Spring has sprung in the most beautiful way at my fathers house, and to a certain extent at my mothers too. Today was such a lovely warm day I got to wear my hippy-skirt, which has a nasty little hitch of making me feel all feminine and pretty while not actually MAKING me feminine and pretty. Anyway, the plossoms on the next door neighbours tree are beautiful, and their climbing rose is something to observe. Rather sweet of them to let it grow over our ivy, so that we can share it too. The real downside though is that the pool is now filled with plossom petals. Which looks strangely wild and rather like a river I remember camping by. The appearanec was helped somewhat by the centimetre thick layer of dirt on the bottom of the pool. I figured I'd give it a sweep, let thedirt move around and meet new dirt. Of course, the plants with those magnificent orange flowers have all burnt up and died, so I miss them already.

But none of this is anything compared to my fathers garden. He's an avid gardener, and someday he and his fiance want to by some land they can grow plants on. Dad likes natives, and a whole heap have come into flower. One of the lower ones is particularly heady. But that's nothing compared to this one plant out the front. I pitty anyone who has to walk past it.
Anyway, dad brought me out the front to sniff it. Which I did. It smells really heavy, and made my lungs feel nausiated. That rich, heavy, danger smell. And I couldn't quite place it. So I stiffed again, and really felt off. To which my dad iased "Smells awefull huh?" He then explained that he had discovered that this plant was polinated not by bees or birds, but by flies. Yes, the flowers are specially perfumed to smell like rotting meat. I recognised the smell then - It was a stronger verson of that lump of sheep meat mum had asked me to sniff to see if it was off. It's probably a good thing we didn't eat it.

But I think our back yard more then makes up for this. We have a lot of fruit trees, and while the Citrus and the Almonds are done flowering (Our almond tree looks positively divine in ful blossum, by the way), the peach-based fruit trees are all flowering magnificently. We even had parrots in them, which is rather pretty to look at and more then a lottle fun to frighten off. It's a pitty I can't get to the big tree that is as we speak covered from top to root in white and pale pink blossums. It's in the middle of the vegie patch, see?

Our front garden is like a small chunk of bushland. Our back yard is mostly eddible plants - we even have a passionfruit vine back there. Actually, the front yard is extremly dangerous. One of these days there's gonna be a mugger waiting in there for us. and he's probbably gonna be passed out from the smell of rotting meat eminating off the plant, or dead from a bite by one of the many spiders my paranoid mind has told me there are there. I was a lot more inclined to climb trees before I put my hand an inch away from a large and cunningly disguised spider hiding in the trees. I still like to be up high though ^_^;

"Dog!
"Who calls?"
I call, totem. I need your power.
"Have I power?"
You are Dog.
"Am I power?"
You are power.
"You wear my skin. Are you I?"
I wear your skin. I am what I must be.
"I am what I am. What are you?"
I am what I am. I am Dog."
~Find your Own Truth, Robern N. Charette

- posted by Washi @ 9:33 pm