Spring is early. Dresses and skirts are out. Along with an unusual compulsion to wear pink.
Jasmine is blooming, spilling over fence-lines and filling walks to work with summery thoughts of barbecues and bare feet. Tallebudgera weekends are salt air and sunshine, walking and swimming, sunset beers on the beach. S has bent to my nudging and is going to (try to) teach me to surf. I'll help make food for her 50th celebration. The calendar is filling: a quick jaunt to Sydney to see Ben Folds at the Opera House, a weekend in a tent at Straddie.
Possibility is rife and expectant. The future is being dreamed...
The coast road. The desert. A swag and a campfire. Fishing gear and a fistful of stars. An adventure ending in a little plot of land. A deli-café? And a dog, a wood-shop and a bus. Ooh and maybe a boat!
Dreams... fluid, shimmering and unknown.
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Living 'the life remote' at a lighthouse on a windswept Cape, on an island off the east coast of Australia, with my three boys.
Living 'the life remote' at a lighthouse on a windswept Cape, on an island off the east coast of Australia, with my three boys.
Treasure seeker, sometime maker, documentary picture taker.
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2 comments:
Glasses that is, I take it? And you never take them off? No need to just yet I 'spose. ;-))
Um, perhaps intended a tad more figuratively. But yes, the literal reference was to glasses. :P
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