Mobile Phone Poetry is Alive and Well
Well, at least as far as residents of North Fitzroy are concerned . . .
Those mobile phone poets are an angry bunch.
A friend spotted this gem just off Brunswick Street as we were heading home after eating pizza and playing pool. To the left of that, someone else has written “Only if you’re a shit poet” but I couldn’t fit it in as well.
Snow!
I’ve got a load of shorts to post from this Thirty Days of Text, but I’ll get to that eventually. Really, I should be writing right now, but something far more exciting happened today so that will have to wait.
I saw snow.
Real snow, too. Not sleet, not hail (well, we saw hail too), but real snow. It’s been about fourteen years since I saw any snow, so for me this was pretty damn exciting.
I stayed over at my parents’ place this weekend as we were going out for Dad’s birthday for lunch today. Skyhigh, Mt. Dandenong. Window-seat, fantastic views of Melbourne, and they do veggo and gluten-free so the whole family is covered. As far as lunch with my family goes, this is a pretty safe bet. We check the weather before we leave, it looks freakin’ cold, so we all put our scarves and our gloves on and head out in Dad’s 4WD.
So we’re driving up the twists and turns, and not long past The Basin, Mum starts going “Look over there! Look over there!” Sure enough, there was a big blob of snow. Then there were a few more blobs. Then the fern trees were covered in the white stuff. People were stopped at the side of the road, taking pictures of it. The further up we went, the more snow was falling, the whiter everything was. People were making snowmen and kids were running around chucking snowballs at each other. Everything looked like a Christmas card – there is no other way to describe it.
(for those not from Melbourne, the Mt. Dandenong area is cold-climate rainforest, but there are plenty of old homesteads, a lot of them in a sort of Tudor or old German style, and there are plenty of non-native trees around. Very much Christmas card territory when covered in snow)
And you know what? To me, it was magical. Snow is such a novelty and I love winter so much, it was so beautiful with all the snow on the ferns and the bare branches of the deciduous trees amongst the eucalypts. Sadly, none of us brought cameras so I have no photo evidence to show for it and I’m having trouble finding any photos online, but for a brief window of an hour before the sun came out and melted it all away, I finally got to see real snow again.
I love winter 
