Advent(ures)

My friend, Rob, told me about a beautiful patch of grassland behind the Anglican Church.  It is the best stand of kangaroo grass (may be wallaby grass) that we know of and it is dotted with many native wildflowers and orchids.  The Friends of Triabunna Reserves took a stroll there last Wednesday evening.

Rob found this beautiful nest on the ground.  It is like a fairy bower.

Some of the grass and tiny wildflowers

Today I went to the church for its advertised Story of Christmas and carol singing.  It was beautifully decked out and we waited anxiously for the parishioners to amble in.  The church only holds services periodically so the fear was that the flock had forgotten.  Naturally it brought The Vicar of Dibley to mind, particularly because the preacher is a woman.  In fact the whole show was run by women, and it was the first time I've been to a Christmas service where the running around, present hunting, shopping, cooking and preparation for Christmas was mentioned.

Last Thursday, His Majesty took Her Majesty, Mrs O Henry and I for a roadtrip to Oatlands via a circuitous route which had us driving around Lake Dulverton.  This proved very beautiful and I especially liked this paddling cow, very reminiscent of buffalo cooling down after a hard day's work in Vietnam.

the cow in situ

I am struggling to complete all the library books I put holds on.  The Song of the Crocodile took me right back to Wentworth and the lives of some of the Aboriginal women I worked with.  A different world.

This one is a bold attempt to tell Australian history from a different perspective.

And this is where I may go when my Gatehouse Officer job finishes on Boxing Day.  Though first I will fly to Adelaide for a cuppla weeks with Mum.