the water sprays
in glorious abandon.
the stream sings
the quiet pools
of precious beauty.
But as the ocean
awaits the stream;
waits on our dream.
We recently had floods spilling water from all the smaller streams in our area,whilst the big river maintained it’s usual level.
I took a walk to see where the water had inundated the places I often take my daily walk through, and I was fortunate enough to be there at the moment of this rescue of their horse from a flooded paddock, by this woman and her daughter.
The mail box in the photo is at the edge of the usual roadway!
I really liked the photo and the beaming smile I got from the woman rescuer when I aimed the camera in her direction.
She said the horse wasn’t particularly keen to go into the water, but I noted that once in it the animal didn’t falter in following his rescuer’s lead.
These two birds gave me great amusement as I watched them from the kitchen window, seemingly admiring my garden.
When I pass a small park area near our local shopping centre I m grateful to be able to pause and read this stone.
Today when I drive to our capital city from the Huon Valley I go on a modern, smooth, highway, which has double lanes almost all the way.
Before this highway was constructed the Huon Highway was a single-lane-each-way road.Imagine trucks loaded with apples, heading for the wharves to unload their cargo into waiting ships. They just had to follow each other, sometimes stretching for miles along the road, because they had no opportunity to pass each other round the frequent and often sharp corners. Cars had to become part of the queue for the same reason.This of course, was the then modern road, and only there because of the perseverance of those men whose names are on this stone.
The pathway they opened took may years to become a highway, and then many more years to become what it is today. Now our population has expanded and the entry into the city is becoming rather a problem, especially in peak hours. So perhaps in time we will see another modern roadway emerge from our present one. But for now I am grateful for what we have and for those who had the courage in its beginning.
The wake of the boat
on the still
of the mountains
against the sky-
One will soon
be no more seen-
One will remain
I love my country and especially this small island of Tasmania on which I live.
I celebrate the freedom and friendliness that exist here, the clean air and the wonders of nature that can be explored. I am grateful every day that this is my “place” and that I experience happiness in being in it.
Sleeping Beauty, Huon, Tasmania