The joy of winter turning into spring will never, ever dull. Indeed, the delight in brings me seems to grow each year as I think, “is it really this lovely every single year? All we have to do is make it through winter to experience this joy again and again?”
Spring in my garden
I’ve said it before and I will say it again, a million times more, I love seasons.
You know what I love? I love when you walk to work in the morning and the sun’s up but it’s still early enough that the air is crisp and there is dew on the grass. The birds are hopping around on the nature strip eating things from the grass that haven’t been discovered by other birds yet. You put in your headphones and the first song up on shuffle is something great like a Billy Bragg and Wilco song, but one sung by Jeff Tweedy from Wilco because even though every song on those Mermaid Ave albums are good, the ones sung by Jeff Tweedy are your favourites.
When you get to the intersection you get a green man straight away and don’t even have to alter your stride. You cop a mouthful of exhaust from a truck and it reminds you walking along the road above the Tiber in Rome. You smile about that particularly excellent holiday in Rome and think about how nice life has been so far.
Then you notice the first magnolias of the season hanging over the wrought iron fences of the period terraces in your street that is actually called a parade. You parade further down the parade, cross the road at the lights, dodge cyclists, and walk past the main entrance to work. You walk a bit further up the parade and enter work via a more attractive entrance and marvel that Melbourne is the perfect blend of city and town. Along the side of the road there are bunches of jonquils growing freely like wild flowers and nobody picks them, or rides over them or stomps on them. Which is lucky because you can go to any nearby florist and pay ten dollars for a bunch not quite as nice as these ones growing freely and plentifully on the side of the road. You walk past some of Melbourne’s most beautiful buildings on the way to your office which is cosy and warm with a lovely view of all that you’ve just wandered past.
You sit down to start work and think, what a nice way to start the day.
I was just telling Greg that I bought tickets to see Billy Bragg at Hamer Hall in October and he reminisced about the time he saw Billy Bragg circa 1985.
“I saw Billy Bragg in the caf at uni. He made us sing along to Internationale and gave us a few disposable protest songs to take away and use.”
After visiting Phillips Shirts during Open House Melbourne this weekend, we wandered down to the Myer Mural Hall. What really captured our imaginations though was the view from the audio-visual department.
This is the view of the construction on the site of the old Myer Lonsdale St building. That’s the inside of the facade of the old building.
It was Melbourne Open House this weekend.
Nicole chose our first stop – Phillips Shirts.
Phillips Shirts is an operational shirt factory in the middle of the Melbourne CBD. They have been churning out shirts since the 1960s and have an incredible collection of 60s and 70s shirts. Imagine paisley, ruffles, bright oranges and greens.
Nicole and Greg were very happy there.