Strange Art

Picture this:

A 3-footed grey walking stick, standing on the floor of the Qantas Club in Melbourne.

On top is a black wide-brimmed hat, making the walking stick look like a small, hunch-backed man.

This is what my mother’s visit to Melbourne airport created!

Despite the stress of getting her there and keeping her safe, I had to chuckle to myself. There would always be something very specially…unique about my mother.

And I will miss that when she leaves us.

Magic Morning

Although these weren’t the ones I saw, they give you the feeling that I was gifted with during my morning walk today. Tomorrow I will be flying with Mum to Melbourne, where we will meet Fiona in the Qantas Club lounge and Fiona will then fly with Mum to Tasmania so Mum can have a “holiday” at Fi’s place.

Actually it will be an intensive respite time, with Fi showering on Mum all the love and care she’s been aching to give during the past some months while Mum has been increasingly ill.

In my heart I knew this would be the last time I’d see Mum alive, and I was sad.

So as always when I’m sad there’s a wonderful wild gift. This time, on the calm, shiny wintery river, there was a fleet of pelicans. As I watched them I spied a few dolphin spouts amongst them, which soon disappeared. Soon the spouts reappeared some distance away, then the leaping started, which meant that there were fish to catch! One by one the pelicans took to the air then landed amongst the dolphins, eager to share the feast. They were joined by gulls and cormorants. Lastly one of the pair of ospreys who’ve nested in a pine tree on the river bank glided in majestically to see if there was anything to eat.

What a sight – worthy of our legendary David Attenborough!

And it made my heart sing:-)

40th Anniversary

Today was the 40th Anniversary of the day that man landed on the moon for the first time.

Today was also the 40th anniversary of the day that Rob and I decided that we were “an item”. On this day 40 years ago Rob and I sat holding hands in the back of the Ross Lecture theatre at UWA (which my father’s building company had built) and watched Neil and Buzz clamber down the ladder of the lunar module and into the moon dust.

We took the afternoon off to have a long lunch, visit the Ross Lecture theatre, the street where I used to live, and just remember with great gratitude that we are still alive and together:-)

Annual Seed Planting @ Curradel

This weekend we gathered at “Curradel”, Tristan and Blaine’s bushland just west of Tammin. It was the annual seed-planting and we had 3,000 little seedlings to plant!

Tristan, Blaine and the kiddliwinks arrived there on Friday night and spent Saturday morning getting the land, seedlings and gear ready.

At lunch-time Jeanette and Christopher, Rob and I, and Blaine’s step-Dad Joe (who now lives on land nearby) joined TBTA for lunch in Cunderdin “Pit Stop”. Then it was off to the bushland and work! After I’d helped to put the Thea down for her sleep I realised that someone would have to stay nearby to watch over her. So I tidied the camp, set up our tent next to the caravan and kept myself occupied while everyone else scattered across the land. By the time Jeanette an Christopher left around sunset we’d broken the back of it.

Stars that night, and magic of magic there were frogs singing in the salt-laden creek!

Early rising on Sunday, breakfast in Cunderdin, then I watched over Thea and occasionally Tom for the morning while the others planted.

Not too many left at lunch-time when Rob took this photo – Thea had been helping me do a bit of planting before we noticed Tom in trouble – he’d got stuck in the mud and couldn’t move. Pa had to come and lift him out. So he stayed with Thea and I to recover over a BIG lunch!

We left about 3:30 and TBTA not long after – all the seedlings were planted, rain was forecast for the entire next week and we ALL looked forward to a good sleep that night!