Home truths

Firstly, I said I went to Adelaide but this is not, strictly speaking, true.  I arrived at Adelaide Airport.  The Pearl drove me to West Beach, and after that I ricocheted between West Beach and Christies Beach.  I didn't go into the city of Adelaide at all.  And Klemzig is becoming a distant memory...

Back home, the garden had got on splendidly without me.

the Luisa Augusta being splendid

The plan is for the Luisa Augusta to grow up to the louvres on the shed while the Angel Face (in training on the left) smothers the shed.  It is a plan in progress.  It is also the view from the bathroom.

On my first Sunday back, Georgia went for an early swim at Spring Beach.  Jill PD and I met her a little later and we walked from Spring to Stapleton Beach along the cliff tops.

looking back to Springy

Stapleton

old boat winch at Stapleton

a glimpse of Maria from Stapleton

These photos were useful.  Somehow I lost my car keys.  I could use the photos to more or less retrace my steps.  To no avail, though.  The tide may have taken them by the time I returned to look for them.

Last Saturday was the biennial Flower and Craft Show which raises money for the Triabunna School.  I had helped with the setting up on the Friday in my role as treasurer and trotted along on Saturday morning to see if any help was needed.

All was in place.

And some of Her Majesty's entries were in First Place, of course.

My friend Rob had told me that the Ada Street Reserve was looking a picture with wildflowers so Georgia, Jill PD and I took a stroll.

I couldn't do the flowers justice with my photos. I have never seen so many different ones but you have to scan the ground.  Tasmanian wildflowers are so demure!

I had to return to the flower show to collect Her Majesty's, their Majesties being otherwise engaged.

So briefly, the winning blooms festooned my back doorway.

Most fortuitously, Rob also returned the two books The Floosie had given me for my birthday.  I was overloaded with books at the time but now is perfect timing.  The further development of my wildlife garden is very much on my mind as I clear away the dying spring annuals.  I'm reading this book cover to cover.  Just reading it conveys the sense of sitting comfortably in the garden in the knowledge that thousands of other life forms are with you.

Monday was another winning day.  I met Madam Cyn for lunch at The Waterfront, formerly The Clarence Hotel.

There was snow on the mountain and a new jetty which I presume is for the new ferry service.

But, best of all, T Bone Steak on the menu.  I have waited years for them to become pub food again.  It was cooked to perfection.