“When I woke up I was changed.
The land had recognised me again.”
~ George Djilaynga, Neil Murray, Warumpi Band
I’m home again, at my little farm at Possum Creek. Yesterday I went for a walk in the late afternoon sunshine. The wind was rustling the branches, the giant wedgetail eagle flew above me, fat pigeons feasted on ripening berries, and black cockatoos sang to call in the rain.
I pulled on my purple gumboots, called to the dogs, grabbed my iphone to take a few snaps, and captured the energy of home with these shots. I hope you enjoy them…
The Magnolia, all twiggy digits, reaching for the sky. The light breeze loosens the few remaining leaves and they drift to the ground one by one. You can already see the silky green flower buds forming.
Brilliant blue blooms and trailing jasmine.
The stand of huge old Bunya Pines, full of pine-cones the size of cannonballs. It’s going to be a great harvest this year!
Sweet clover, ankle deep through the paddocks.
My ancient Meyer Lemon tree, groaning with fruit.
Gate into the cattle yards, between two majestic Sydney Blue Gums.
Wildness and streaming sunshine.
The river, slowly flowing past the back boundary of the farm.
Hungry cows – nom, nom, nom.
Purple gumboots and a barrowload of wood for the evening fire.
Thanks for walking with me! Bless ♥ xx
