Teddy bears, rainbows, rabbits and assorted other animals and art brought a smile to my face (and my eyes, which was nice) over the past few days. Easter joy has spread through the suburbs near where I live.
Children and parents obeyed the rules and stayed home to prevent contagion. In a show of solidarity with each other and the community they displayed their treasures as COVID-19 bites.
The road above along the side of Lake Monger is usually bumper to bumper with traffic. These days, the area is almost deserted.
My daily walks which led me up and down suburban streets have turned into treasure hunts. Animals perch on fences and walls, peek from windows, rest on verandas and swing from trees. There is even a tiger on a tin roof.
Rainbows drawn on footpaths and walls add extra pizzazz. Some exhibits have both animals and rainbows.
Brightly coloured toys catch my eye. But older, grubby, much-loved toys tear at my heart. I can’t decide which appeal more. I imagine children and parents attaching these treasures to their perches. An activity to do over Easter with children isolated from others. An Easter like no other we have known.
‘How brave, how generous,’ I think. Children and their parents can be both. both.
Teddy bears and rainbows everywhere
I couldn’t resist taking photos. Here is very small selection of those I saw.
Four assorted toys of different ages, bound tightly together, must be some kind of metaphor for families in self-isolation.
Just hanging about on a wall on the ground floor of a high-rise, looking, well, very purple.
Not exactly teddy bears, but quite within the spirit of the joyful sharing for these interesting times.
Make-believe cat on a hot tin roof, maybe?
This poor fellow has missed all the fun. The family has obviously followed the sign and gone to enjoy the campsite and hotel (in the sign).
On a low wall at the edge of a patch of grass, a rainbow signed by ‘Vivienne’. I hope she had fun making this.
Like most grandparents and great-grandparents, I miss the little children from my life. There were floods of tears when I saw the Easter photos from Houston, Texas, of three of my seven great-grandchildren.
More tears when I heard my granddaughter’s third child, baby Theodore Edward, had been born last Tuesday. No visitors, of course.
Enjoying the fun of other people’s children must substitute for now. I’m grateful for the opportunity to walk and enjoy the autumn sunshine after the ridiculous forty-degree-Celsius heat we experienced in Perth on Easter Sunday.