When I was a kid in North Queensland, we lived in a shed. On three sides it didn’t have walls, just fly wire. On rare occasions it would get cold (like 20 C). Once we even had a little patch of mist that I ran down the hill to be in, before it was eaten by the sun. But mostly we had sun. Lots of it.
my back on the concrete
My Mum said her heart fell when she first saw the dry red ridge where my Dad had sited the homestead. But it didn’t take long for her to find the beauty, low blue hills in the east, the colours at twilight. And it wasn’t long before she had some comforts, a plumbed shower, a hose to hold in the morning before the heat came up. And the shed. She knew how to eke beauty from pretty much anything.
she snips the ends of cosmos
in cool water
Before My father made canvas curtains for the walls, storms were interesting. all the beds, tables, and chairs would be shoved into the centre of the one big room and covered with tarpaulins. The wind would blow and the thunder thump and we would shelter in the strongest part of the shed. I even spent a number of nighttime storms in my bed under a tarp.
on my face
It was meant to be a temporary shelter but they lived in it until they retired and went to live in the nearest town 80 miles away. It was the happiest time of their lives.
she holds the hose and gazes
at low blue hills