A Christmas Tree with Pink Flamingoes? Summer style...
As Christmas approaches, and the days are getting warmer,
with the sky a little bluer and the evenings a little longer,
my thoughts always turn to wonder as Christmas trees appear in Australian shops and homes
with fake snow, fur-wrapped Father Christmas figures,
icicles and assorted winter wonderland delights.
All very nice,
but what on earth has that got to do with summer Christmas?
(And yes, a White Christmas is charming too, having experienced a few
while on the other side of the world.)
But I reckon that wherever one is,
one should thoroughly enjoy the moment of the present,
(no gift-like pun intended...)
rather than forever wishing to be somewhere else.
Grass is never as green in the other paddock,
because when one gets there, "there" is now "here" and "here" is now "there."
In an Alice in Wonderland kind of epiphany of wisdom, that is.
At any rate, I was super duper delighted to happen upon this fabulous Christmas tree,
laden with summer's tropical bounty,
in one of the most fabulous little boutiques in my local village of Mt Eliza.
It's an upscale recycle boutique,
where gorgeous gowns sit alongside classic skinny jeans in darkest indigo,
and dotted amongst them are colourful wares of giant silver spoons,
striped hammocks and woven basketware.
I always love walking past Sissy's on my way to the post office,
because I just never know what on earth will turn up in the shop window next.
With nary a reindeer in sight,
the Christmas decorations are an explosion of imagination,
Impossibly huge flowers,
as befits a tropical garden,
wildly-coloured birds from the Amazon jungle and the Australian rainforest,
all gently ordered by the bright lime green frog princes,
resplendent in their royal crowns,
just waiting for that magical kiss.
And looking at all the bright colour,
on a golden day when the cicadas are chirruping away
and the water on the Bay is a turquoise shade of blue,
suddenly it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...
images :: snapped on my iPhone,
so while dodgy, the colours still dance