Childe st.

Joining the Eden fresh horses brigade today in the 'Its a Sign' prompt.

Rain is converging on the mountains in the distance, and with it, a cool breeze is starting to swirl, penetrating this thick steam of heat. The 3.05 freight train hoots as it passes through this town. The sky is rumbling and the school kids are squealing in the school yard around the corner, as they surely must sense home-time and the coming change that this storm is about to bring. 

People say the only good thing about this town is the view of that mountain range. Too true.

I have parked out the front of my Grandma's old place, as I have a few moments to spare before collecting our girl from pre-school. This street is on a slight hill and the stillness is heavy with the heat. I have the doors flung open in the Suburu and am tapping away with all the sounds and feelings around me.  

The house is no longer here though. Two compact town houses sit neatly in its place. No side lane, no old granny pots full of succulents and no front fence. Looks like no backyard either. Which means no passion-fruit, or apples growing out there. No wonder or whimsical navigation to it. Even the paper-bark tree is gone from the front nature strip.

I stood in front of it a few months back when I walked into town the day of my unplanned grave visit. I had stood there looking for any remnants of it's past, but it had been wiped clean, with it's  immaculate modern garden and it's concreted driveways. As I walked away my heart felt heavy. So taking another glance I sighed, and thats when I saw that spiky pesky little Aloe pushing through the black weed mat and the more I looked the more I could see those tiny spikes penetrating the conservative modern, oh so tasteful garden. I was chuffed, I thought fuck you townhouses with your no front yard or backyard, you can't get rid of Grannies succulents, And wipe everything clean as if things didn't exist. 

Nature will survive way past our bullshit. 

These are the signs which makes me know everything will be okay in this world. Nature will consume us back whether we return to her in ashes or bones. We got no where to go but back. Nowhere. She's just sitting there smugly at out plights to destroy her. We will all be fodder for her soil and her roots. Feeding her in our ridiculousness.

Mother earth has got my back, and she's got yours too.

Some of the succulents saved from Grannies house.