Growing up in Australia in the 90’s
Garbage bags slip n slide,
Pebble mix lined swimming pools,
Running through the sprinkler,
Pavlova, Queen Adelaide in a cask, Tang,
Swinging on the Hills Hoist,
Swinging the cat in a bucket from the hills hoist.
It’s a bit of a lemon when it comes to rhythm and rhyme. Nonetheless, it sums up the mundane little everyday things remembered from my childhood. Of all of the above, what remains ever present in my adult life is the Hills Hoist. Rusting quietly in the backyard, home to a plethora of sun bleached pegs, half a dozen spiders and the occasional kookaburra. Once in a while it blooms in colour for a short while before returning to it’s former functional self.
The men putting cookies up on the hoist for daughters Alice in Wonderland party…
Two years later, jungle party…
And now this…
Web weaving at dusk. Unfinished and hopefully kitted out in time for Halloween!