Two weeks ago a friend gave me two tiny bottle trees that had self-seeded in her garden. I had a vacant bonsai pot in the cupboard so planted them and put them in a sunny spot in our living area. They are at the four leaf stage, with cute bulbous trunks. Today a new leaf unfurled. Bathed in sunshine its tiny veins stood proud.
On my walk today I paused in parkland to play a booming drum and musical cattle grid. A pleasing sound echoed down to the river, there to settle. Similar to a marimba, the sound urged me on my way, for tonight, between six and seven is our marimba practice. There are 12 of us in the Mitchell Marimba group, aged mid-20s to mid-60s. I am the oldest in the group -- a dubious privilege, and one new to my experience. Our teacher, Joy is one of those rare people: a truly great teacher. Through her we learn to achieve coordination between three parts, while maintaining a joyful beat. The plan is that we perform at the opening of the Mitchell Landmark Art Show on Friday night.
The Mitchell Landmark Art Show attracts exhibits from locals as well as from artists living all over Queensland and interstate. Encouraged by friends, I entered a long, narrow silver frame in which I'd placed pressed ooline leaves and flowers, a spray of black orchid blooms and Antarctic beech leaves. Titled "Intertwined", my entry (in the mixed media section) shows Gondwanan plant refugees in pressed plant form. I have a passion for plants and a keen interest in art.
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