Hi Vicki, I hope others writing from the prompt, love to see their writing.
Here are my ramblings:
The snow ln the photo looks chilly as we swelter in 40C plus temperatures. The aircon and celing fans push against the heat keeping the home frontier cool, every crevice closed to stop hot air entering. I saw snow once, vaguely, through a train window in Germany but it was a long time ago. And a few years back it snowed on Bluff Knoll in the Stirling Range. There was a stampede of cars to the south-west, people wanting to glimpse this rare attraction of a snow cap, half melted.
In the background of the photo are some trees. The blackened stumps of trees are a common sight in summer. No surprise to hear on the news – ‘a fire rage through Kings Park today!’ Still, it’s shocking to see the avenue of charred trees as environmentalists repeat what we know, ‘it will take a long time for the bush to recover.’
Drifting back in time, we’d be on our way to our farm. Each weekend we kids crammed into the back of Dad’s ute and headed out of the city. On the winding road the trees and scrub were close enough to touch. At election time the trees came alive, sprouting little bright orange or bright green signs. Tacked to a lone gum would be VOTE 1 TANGNEY! Not much chance of many seeing these signs!
The first State election since the Pandemic Election is looming. That election saw the man who kept the State virus free (by keeping the border firmly shut) get hurtled back into power. The virus had little chance of sneaking in, though people tried. Canberra in the ACT was also virus free. So with my GTG – Good to Go pass I left the State and made my way to the national capital. Unlike everyone else in the country I’d never been there. No school trips. No family holidays vanning across the Nullabor. Parts of my life just didn’t happen. When my niece said she’d been there “several times”, I felt cheated. It was cold in Canberra in May and freezing at the War Memorial but hey, I was there!
While West Aussies were largely spared the ills of covid the pandemic had other unwanted effects. The writing group I’d attended for ten years stopped, never to restart. Similarly, the yoga group at the community centre died. People who’d started working from home never returned to the office. The CBD died. But we can’t complain. With no snow forecast for the next.. umm.. fifty years we’ve little chance of being snowed in. I’ll crank up the aircon a bit. It’s what.. whew 44C, another fan forced summer.
Ah Dixie. It is -22 celcius here and the weather fella say the wind makes it feel like -36. My dog loved it. So good to take warmth from your stories. I love that you need the AC right now to be cool but I wouldn’t trade a cold winter for a hot summer day any time. Thanks for that bit of context for life.
Hi Vicki, I hope others writing from the prompt, love to see their writing.
Here are my ramblings:
The snow ln the photo looks chilly as we swelter in 40C plus temperatures. The aircon and celing fans push against the heat keeping the home frontier cool, every crevice closed to stop hot air entering. I saw snow once, vaguely, through a train window in Germany but it was a long time ago. And a few years back it snowed on Bluff Knoll in the Stirling Range. There was a stampede of cars to the south-west, people wanting to glimpse this rare attraction of a snow cap, half melted.
In the background of the photo are some trees. The blackened stumps of trees are a common sight in summer. No surprise to hear on the news – ‘a fire rage through Kings Park today!’ Still, it’s shocking to see the avenue of charred trees as environmentalists repeat what we know, ‘it will take a long time for the bush to recover.’
Drifting back in time, we’d be on our way to our farm. Each weekend we kids crammed into the back of Dad’s ute and headed out of the city. On the winding road the trees and scrub were close enough to touch. At election time the trees came alive, sprouting little bright orange or bright green signs. Tacked to a lone gum would be VOTE 1 TANGNEY! Not much chance of many seeing these signs!
The first State election since the Pandemic Election is looming. That election saw the man who kept the State virus free (by keeping the border firmly shut) get hurtled back into power. The virus had little chance of sneaking in, though people tried. Canberra in the ACT was also virus free. So with my GTG – Good to Go pass I left the State and made my way to the national capital. Unlike everyone else in the country I’d never been there. No school trips. No family holidays vanning across the Nullabor. Parts of my life just didn’t happen. When my niece said she’d been there “several times”, I felt cheated. It was cold in Canberra in May and freezing at the War Memorial but hey, I was there!
While West Aussies were largely spared the ills of covid the pandemic had other unwanted effects. The writing group I’d attended for ten years stopped, never to restart. Similarly, the yoga group at the community centre died. People who’d started working from home never returned to the office. The CBD died. But we can’t complain. With no snow forecast for the next.. umm.. fifty years we’ve little chance of being snowed in. I’ll crank up the aircon a bit. It’s what.. whew 44C, another fan forced summer.
Ah Dixie. It is -22 celcius here and the weather fella say the wind makes it feel like -36. My dog loved it. So good to take warmth from your stories. I love that you need the AC right now to be cool but I wouldn’t trade a cold winter for a hot summer day any time. Thanks for that bit of context for life.
Vicky, are there other responses to the prompt. It might make me feel cooler to read them. Thanks