A city girl from way back, I've been on a steep learning curve ever since my husband and I moved from a one-bedroom apartment in Melbourne to our nine-acre market garden farm. It's a far cry from the seven years I spent in London, too. Now, each day brings with it something new and different to discover or tackle, sometimes with hilarious outcomes but always with the deep satisfaction of living a life closer to nature. I've started writing a journal and I thought I'd share an entry here from time to time...
On Easter Saturday we set the alarm to remind us to watch the lunar eclipse. We sat by the sliding door that leads out onto our front deck and craned our necks to watch as the brilliant shine of the full moon withdrew, leaving behind a dull red glow.
It took longer than I expected. Although, not long at all when you consider what was being achieved. A sliver of moon-shine remained for the longest time, as though it clung in desperation, refusing to be swallowed by the reddish darkness.
We stepped onto the deck and into the night and found it wasn't as cold as the cloudless sky suggested. The crisp air cleared the mind after the fuggy warmth of the wood burning fire. The night was crystalline in its stillness. Not a single leaf shivered amongst the black outline of trees surrounding us. The stars were meringue-white and the Milky Way a flowing river of caster sugar. The only sounds were the chirping of crickets and the deeper vibrations of frogs. It was as though the whole neighbourhood was silenced by the spectacle happening in the heavens, in awe of the disappearing moon.
Then Oliver sighed softly, marvelling at the enormity of the universe. 'We're so small,' he said. It's a wonder this thought doesn't consume us. It really aught to, but instead we fill our minds with a million different things in order to make sense of it all. We clung to each other then, in the ever-increasing darkness, grateful to be reminded how pale our concerns really are when compared with the strength of our love.
Like the shadow slowly engulfing the moon, I felt my own eyelids slip with heaviness. My fascination with the universe was waning and a cosy exhaustion had crept over me. The spectacle was over and so was our day.
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