It rotates, this thing. It’s got drawers like something out of a Dali painting, but it rotates as well. The drawers of course should be full of foodstuff like sugar, flour, and other commodities. The drawers are made of hot dipped zinc steel and the whole thing is very chic and perfect for the new gourmet kitchen without cupboards. This is an imported Rotary Kitchen Canister Cabinet. The interesting bit is the stand which has a circular cup around the axle. This circular cup, you fill with water. It keeps the bull ants at bay and out of the sugar. The kitchen ant proof cabinet was made by an American company and this obviously a perfect import for the Australian bush. If you are desperate to see one and muck around with the drawers looking for bull ants, you can find this one in the Berrima museum, NSW == not far south of Sydney.
Australia, Girt by not just the blue ocean, but by it’s inner unknown sea. All red dirt and tufts of grass for the ‘roos to eat and the lizards to hide. A car drives past. At night the sky’s milky light from millions of stars above.
You see it was an amethyst stone. Found fallen from a bangle chain.
It must’be been, lying there on the street. When I picked it up as you do, it had small writing on it. I showed it to the seller at the packed flower stall nearby. She took one look at it and said ‘the writing’s too small’ . I asked did she have a magnifying glass.
“no.. It’s the kind of stone that you have to give, it has a message on it, but it cannot be read unless it connects to the heart of the one it is given to.” She said.
” How do you know that ? ” I asked.
“I know that because I had one once. Just like that only bigger. A young man turned up one day and gave it me just on the street nearby. I had been alone for the whole day. Standing round the bus stop, waiting for the bus, he must have been sucked in by the scent of flowers all over me from selling all day. Pink ones they were. I’d got away early because we’d run out of ’em. Tired I was tho. and leaning against the bus stop sign he just walked up and said. I want to give you this, it shoud cheer you up.” “I could read the writing on it then, …but not now – I lost that sudden love unfortunately….”
It was small in my hand purple like amethyst. Perhaps it was, but it had that tiny kind of stone writing on it you know … not in ink, but in different color. But how does that kind of writing get on it I wondered. More to the point, how am I to read the one I just found.
“….Give it to the one you love maybe. Tomorrow would be a good day.” she said.
I didn’t know why tomorrow might be good, but I felt like trying the little rock out. I gave the purplish thing to her, but she said. “No — this is not for me — be patient — your heart is just experimenting I can tell.”
“You’re more curious than in love. You always have been.” she said as she put her right hand on my chest. Startled, I looked down as she carefully placed the little rock back in my hand with her left.
I could read though my salt tears, writing close within a red heart set in the darker cross of the stone.. simply ‘Your Valentine’.
Its dark and fertile down in the depths of the hot ocean trails. Meaningful skies above with inviting blue and white waves. These are the ocean beaches we instinctively hunted for lifetimes here. Recently however our great white danger is rising, not just with the sea’s levels but from the melt ice warming.
…the news reported on the a fatal attack by probably a large great white on a local Japanese surfer off Shelly beach near Ballina on the north coast. Sadly he died at the scene and a search is on for the shark. This is the second shark attack in the last week or so.
So the flower is in honor of the foreign surfer who died very sadly today. His name was Tadashi Nakahara.
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