Blue Monday: A Collection Of Blue Scale Models To Dispel The Winter Blues

1959 Galaxie Skyliner scale model
1959 Galaxie Skyliner – Get that top down and let’s cruise!

In which I attempt to dispel the blahs of winter with some good old blue skies and summer sunshine.

Today is Monday. Let’s do Blue.

No, I’m not feeling blue. But I woke with this tune on my mind, particularly this version, played on instruments available in the 1930s. And I recall some requests for a Blue feature. So, here’s some suitably weird music to set the scene for today’s selection of scale models:

As I write this, it has been a warm night here in Australia. Only six o’clock, and it is already 19C. Yesterday they said we were going for a top of 38 (100F); today they seem to have downgraded that to 33. Still warm enough to be an Inside Day. Well, mostly Inside. We’ll see.

56FordBlu5
1956 Crown Victoria Skyliner – Blue on blue, hold the heartache.

I hear cockatoos and corellas in the distance. Hopefully they’ll stay there; their harsh screeches are best heard from afar. Cockatoos are more social in that they’ll drop in for a visit to show off; one local visitor almost sounds like he’s saying Hello. But they’re very destructive, snipping twigs off trees (just to hear the fruit fall?), leaving bite-marks on the handrails on the veranda. Corellas just fly over in their hundreds, and roost in the trees at the end of my street. They’re ugly, and deafening at nightfall, but they’re local. And protected.

1958 Edsel Pacer – Warm breezes blowing through.

I woke to the sound of duelling quails. Well, maybe not duelling; maybe it’s more of a call-and-response thing between the two aviaries. I can hear the difference; the nearer birds finish their trill with an ascending sequence (F-G), while the further ones descend (F-E). I wonder what that means? Might look that up later. (Quail calls, meaning; quail psychology……)

59ElkyBlue6
1959 El Camino – Haul that freight!

And now there’s a freight train crossing the plain, very slowly. From the sound of the engine, it’s heavily laden. Grain, most likely. It’s that time of year, and our line only carries freight traffic, and only has a few trains a week.

62Chrysler4
1962 Chrysler – Blue like a summer sunrise.

More usually I wake to the sound of geese. Now there’s a really discordant bird. A very penetrating call, especially now while the goose is sitting on eggs, and the gander is doing guard duty – which he takes very seriously. But they do keep the crows away from the chooks’ eggs. They’re supposed to lay in the nesting boxes, but have you ever tried reasoning with a chook?

73Cougarbl3
1973 Cougar – Blue with a touch of grey – hope that passes.

At the moment the sky is a pale grey-blue. Excuse me, I’ll go do those morning chores.

Summer skies await me. While I have been rambling on at my keyboard the sun has come up. It’s not past the windbreak behind the orchard, that’ll be a few hours yet. But there’s certainly light enough for anything I might need to do outside: let the birds out, feed them, give them fresh water. And I must remember to set the sprinkler on the fruit trees for later today. The apricots will be a week away yet, not early like last year (we checked the trees last night), but a few early apples have been falling off the trees. While some have beak marks, I think the trees are in need of a good soaking.

76GranTorino7
1976 Gran Torino – Wouldn’t you rather come inside?

Our orchard is something of a botanical disaster area. Or refugee camp? As well as the usual lemon tree all Aussie houses used to grow, we have a citrus grove by the back door (lime, mandarin, orange), and stone fruit (apricots, plums, peaches, nectarines), as well as pears and apples in the orchard.  Oh, and a fig. We had friends with a nursery, and kind of offered a home to any unwanted/unsold fruit tree. This is the result. Before my mother passed away, she used to rave about the lovely apples they grew on the farm when she was a girl: so, in memory of her we located the varieties she loved, now heritage apples. So, alongside the more usual Granny Smith we have Pomme de Neige, Northern Spy and Pitmaston Pine Apple. Good luck finding them at your local fruit shop.

62Stude2
1962 Studebaker – Mid-morning blue.

Did I mention the mulberry tree? They’re incredibly slow to grow. It’s been there for twenty years and just coming up to 1.7 metres. It might fruit in time for our great-great-grandchildren to enjoy some. Or maybe not.

53HudsonBlue2
1953 Hudson – Light blue express

It’s mid-morning now. The day may not live up to the promised forecast. It’s reached the mid-twenties, not as high as I would have expected if we were in for a real scorcher. But the sky has definitely got a bit more colour into it, more of a bluer blue, so to speak.

Tbirds3
1958 Thunderbird – A touch of cloud.

Time to put the water on for the apple trees. I’m sure the chooks will be happy to cool off too, and the ducks will be ecstatic.

32Chev1

Lunchtime, 32 degrees. It’s been a quiet morning mostly inside. Attending to some correspondence online, doing a bit of writing (not just this), taking a basket of washing out. A magpie warbled at me from the gum tree by the gate, where a cockatoo sat on a branch happily cracking gumnuts. He paused to screech at me. I prefer the magpie.

I pulled a few handfuls of weeds while I was out doing the water; they gained a suitably snarky-sounding response from the gander. Not his favourite flavour, y’see. It’s a quiet day; not much sound of traffic on the main road 150 metres away through the trees, not much to disturb the peace of this little sanctuary.

74Sat3
1974 Satellite – Blue skies forever!
Citroen2CV.3
Citroen 2CV – Roll that top back and get some fresh air.

Mid-afternoon now, and it’s reached 35 degrees. That looks like being our top for the day. I gave the trees another session of watering, much to the delight of the ducks who seem to have had a mud-bath. Ah well, they can wash off in the trough. Time to go and check for mail, and bring the rubbish bins in. Now I can shelter inside for a few hours.

70Caprice6
1970 Caprice – Crank up the A/C, it’s getting a bit hot out there.
71ChargerB5
1971 Charger – Hot under the hood, too.

Evening. Or maybe I should view this as late afternoon. We have such long days in summer. I’ve put the animals to bed; the ducks take themselves to their cage when they see me coming, but I need to round up the chooks. These hot days they seem to like sheltering in their pen, but there is one silky bantam who just won’t co-operate, and hides behind the pear tree. I’m too sore to persevere, so I ask my daughter to help. I’ll go out and water the garden in the morning when I’m not so tired.

48Custom3
1948 Ford Custom – Time to go home.
59Imperial6
1959 Imperial – Chrome twinkles in the darkness.

Bedtime. Darkness falls, but I have already pulled the blinds. The sky is turning from a very deep blue to what seems to me to be black. Plenty of stars to see out here; no doubt there would be more if I was out in the bush, but there’s not too much competition from streetlights in my little town.

Peugeot403A
Peugeot 403 – Swing slow, sweet chariot.

And now I lay me down to sleep…..

32SD2
1932 Ford sedan delivery – Midnight Blue.