18 Jan 2016

Summer in Australia

From my commonplace book:

My hair was grey with dust, so I washed all over, arrayed myself in a cool white dress, and throwing myself in a squatter's chair in the veranda, spread my hair over the back of it to dry. Copies of Gordon, Kendall, and Lawson were on my lap, but I was too physically content and comfortable to indulge in even these, my sworn friends and companions. IBsurrendered myself to the mere joy of being alive. How the sunlight blazed and danced in the roadway--the leaves of the gum-trees gleaming in it like a myriad gems! A cloud of white, which I knew to be cockatoos, circled over the distant hilltop. Nearer they wheeled until I could hear their discordant screech. The thermometer on the wall rested at 104 degrees despite the dense shade thrown on the broad old veranda by the foliage of creepers, shrubs, and trees. The gurgling rush of the creek, the scent of the flower-laden garden, and the stamp, stamp of a horse in the orchard as he attempted to rid himself of tormenting flies, filled my senses. The warmth was delightful. Summer is heavenly, I said--life is a joy.

Miles Franklin, My Brilliant Career

 

6 comments:

  1. I surrendered myself to the mere joy of being alive.

    Love it!

    As you and Ganeida "Jehane" say, "happiness is in the simple things, the details",

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  2. I surrendered myself to the mere joy of being alive.

    Love it!

    As you and Ganeida "Jehane" say, "happiness is in the simple things, the details",

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  3. Wow. I was just transported to that scene. So beautiful!

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  4. This was such a wonderful book albeit being also sad.

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  5. This was such a wonderful book albeit being also sad.

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