My bush baby...
And a perfect Saturday picnic sky. We each brought together ourselves, and a plate to share. A cup for copious amounts of communal tea, and a mind for both spiritual and jovial conversations!
All out in the crispest, cleanest, most inspiring air in the world.
The Aussie bush.
Where there is beauty which is subtle -from speckled reds, to blue gum greens...
And though I know I'm really a city slicker, and do not profess to be much of a country gal - my feet are happy on this ground...
My husband's family history is abounding, and nostalgic - I can almost feel them here still.
I marvel at the thought of their feet, once upon a time treading this very ground.
Our time here is so fleeting.
Or should I say our turn here, is so short.
From when we are seen here, to when we are felt.
Precious, precious day.