It’s ironic that my desire for the fickle trappings of Valentine’s Day stopped when my personal life stabilised after the serial connections of my youth.
Scheduled romance on a day with no personal significance to us just wasn’t necessary when we already had random surprise gifts, regular mini-breaks and enough disposable income for dining out.
BUT … I’d still get pitying looks upon replying ‘nothing’ to the usual office what-did-you-get-for-Valentine’s-Day post-VD competition. No one got that I really WASN’T secretly peeved at ‘missing out’ on heart shaped helium balloons, stuffed toys inviting me to be their Valentine or red satin underwear.
Or that what I already had was so valuable I’d gladly forgo a vomit-inducing card unaccountably depicting two teddy bears in the final throes of consumption or a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a tube of chocolate body paint.
Nearly 21 years later, I still don’t need a Valentine’s Day present. Not when we can find romance like this on the open road!
The significance of the heart placed by an unknown stonemason, creator of this retaining wall outside an old cottage in Uralla, is unknown. But it’s easy to miss and with no identifying markings he (or less likely, she) clearly wasn’t looking for recognition.
I’d rather speculate than find a perfectly ordinary explanation!
Pilchard first spotted this oddly shaped puddle, a leftover from the summer floods of 2011 at Lake Pamamaroo, part of the Menindee Lakes system Surrounded by a sea of dried and cracking mud, it’s perhaps significant that despite its muddy water, the puddle reflects the surrounding landscape. Or perhaps not.
Then yesterday morning – perhaps no coincidence it was February 14th – a gust of wind shook a random array of dead or dying leaves from the nearby gum trees and swirled them onto the front porch where we were having breakfast. This one landed at my feet.
Maybe there’s something in this Valentine’s Day business after all!!