I’m obviously energised by the pending joys of Springtime this morning; the days are getting longer; and opening the balcony door, the birds down in Rushcutter’s Park are gleefully tweeting and heralding the arrival.
A protein plate and not a protein shake for the ‘aspiring-to-be-more-healthy’ Michael this Sunday morning – a little chicken breast, a one minute microwave poached egg, and some avocado and Vegemite with which to take the new super 5000 vitamin D3 capsule from a compounding chemist to strengthen my 73 year-old bones and immune system.
And, as on the past 22 days in a row, the sun comes up over the Bondi ridge and reflects off the mirror wall of my balcony on to Hyun Ju Cho’s black glass kitchen cabinets. Soon I’ll have to draw the blinds at night to protect the art from fading (further).
When I return from Italy in the middle of October, I have to start off from scratch with new red geranium plants; as, with the arrival of Spring, last year’s moths’ eggs, hibernating somewhere in the plants eco-system, are waiting to hatch, and so breed the tiny green caterpillars that eat on the under-leaves and ruin the whole plant just as it develops its over-arching canopy of monster red blooms.
Plump Woolgoolga blueberries (now being grown up there by the ocean on the mid-north coast of NSW on no less than 92 Sikh farms) will follow only after I’ve been downstairs to the swimming pool to kick on my back to strengthen lower back muscles (and confidently hope to alleviate the stenosis and some of the annoying recent numbing in the limbs.
And then . . . off to Mass . . . before lunch with friends in the window of my favourite Potts Point restaurant, the Japanese izakaya style Cho Cho San,.