The sun was already low in the west when I closed the door on the farm accounts, escaping to stretch my legs and breathe some fresh air. The dog leaped out from under the house, tail wagging. He finds book work boring too!
A kookaburra kept one eye on us as we passed him by,
but his gaze was out to the distance.
Down the hill we went at a spritely pace towards the dam
surrounded by gum trees.
Cobba frightened a pair of ducks and they took off in an excited flap to circle above us. Tiny flying insects and water boatmen, and the plop of a water dragon launching from the bank, were all that remained.
Clouds reflected in the rippled water
Cobba waited for me ~ not so patiently!
Gum leaves wafted in the breeze as I trudged up the hill.
There's always something to catch your eye
(and let you get your breath back!) on the way up.
The sun was setting as I reached home, lovely soft soothing colours.
I fed the dog, brought in some wood,
and headed inside without another thought.
As I am about to publish this post I am sitting with a heat pack on my lower back, having done too much in the garden yesterday. My back is now suffering the consequences. It has made me think about just how much I take for granted every day ...... being able to go for a walk, bend down to pick up a feather, reach up to study leaves on a tree....things that you don't think about until you can't do them. For me it is just temporary, but others are not so lucky. I hope that I will appreciate these things just a little more now. How about you?
I have been floundering with my blog since I decided to have a break from selling my potato jewellery. Why am I blogging if not to showcase my wares? I have always enjoyed blogging, but now it seems to have no purpose. I read two fabulous and inspiring blog posts, one from Tasha Chawner, and one from Catherine at Foxglove Lane. They both set me in a spin, and got me thinking.
So when I woke up the next morning and looked out of the window,
a mist enveloped my world, but unlike most dull misty mornings,
this one was seared by sunlight.
I was drawn outside, away from the warmth of the fire
and the early morning coffee.
I woke the startled dog from his sleep in his cosy kennel
and closed the garden gate behind me.
The distant sun-glow beckoned me towards it, out across the hill paddock,
under the fence, to the trees beyond. The dog was way ahead!
Magpies were warbling, kookaburras cackling,
rosellas reeling with delight in the morning air.
Like my mind, the spiky branches were a tangled mass
~ muddled, darting in all directions ~ a blur.
Suddenly in a flash, fingers of light were thrusting through the trees
in an ordered fashion ~ not chaotic, all over the place ~
but directed, purposeful and....yes, stunningly beautiful.
Everything seemed to fall into place.
It all became clear. I could see above the mist.
I wandered back across the fields to home.
Back in our sunny kitchen my husband was making a cuppa.
"I've had a wonderful walk and taken loads of photos" I said
"and best of all, I've worked out why I'm blogging!"