I've had a complaint that my blog has gone too quiet. Which is good. It's nice to know you're listening. I've also been thinking that life is a bit too comfy and quiet and, interestingly,
Jane Brocket seems to have had similar thoughts recently. For me these thoughts were brought on the weekend before last as I watched families picnic on the river bank and children from houseboats play wildly. The above days from the early 80s came to mind... It was a very Bellerive weekend. John and Gaye, our former nextdoor neighhbours, called in to see us. Talking with them made Bellerive seem so close. It was a weekend for thinking of other times and places: Tamasin's birthday, Bronny returning from overseas and visiting Corinne and Heather in Adelaide, Georgia and family in Vermont.
Last weekend I drove to Broken Hill to see Steve's newly opened exhibition
Silver City Highway. I started to feel ill about 30kms out of Broken Hill, which is why I look a bit glum in this photo.
And I've been off work yesterday and today. It was worth the drive, though. Lovely to see the work in a dedicated space. The whole Regional Art Gallery was stunning.
ps further to the Order out of Chaos post below: the other day as I drove past, people were bent over the pumpkins like a huge game of tunnel ball.