Yep. Had a birthday. I am now perilously close to fifty.
It was a good day. I jumped on a bus and went to Sydney. Interviewed a lady who was described to me when we were introduced as the Constance Spry of Australia. So I’ve now found a postdoc project!
The following day I had my very first trip to flower market. I thought I did very well to only come home with two bunches of double tulips, given I was navigating sydneys trains and the 3 1/2 hour bus trip back to Canberra. Miraculously I didn’t break a single head.
The flower market was like nothing I have ever seen before. A ginormous shed stuffed to the brim with flowers that made me cry with happiness. Whole stalls just devoted to orchids. The biggest tizziest disbud chrysanthemums in readiness for Mother’s Day, and the sexiest purplely black callas. Droooooooooooooooool.
I maybe perilously close to 50 now but it is deeply comforting to know that I finally found my thing. It’s better that I found it now rather than in 10 or 15 years time, when I’m still relatively young and fit enough to do the work. Course it would have been nice to have escaped the misery of the last 10 years, but I can only hope there’s gonna be some unforeseen pay off from the sweat and tears that went into that PhD.
In the interim I’m going to practice being grateful for all the good things that I do have. The Iron Paw, my lovely warm house, my own garden, delightful friends, loving family. The luxury and the beauty of flowers, and being able to learn from them.