Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
A lovely picnic in the Otways National Park with my parents. The air is so damp and sweet there and the cracking of the fire and birdsong is the only distraction. Dylan always relishes the opportunity to be a proper woodsman and pruned branches off the path much to my parents’ amusement.
Today I cajoled poor old man Dylan into a river quest to get sand for my seed raising mix. Flooding around Grey River made it a little more of an adventure than my city slickers ways had expected and wet bums were enjoyed by all as we slipped over lichen covered rocks and through brambly, scratchy blackberries only to end up with little to show for our efforts. Despite a sound scolding from our gardening book we had to settle for finer, saltier sand where the river spilled oceanwards.
Gracie Dog enjoyed a seedling inspection, but she soon discovered there were much more interesting things to inspect. Meanwhile two naughty city dogs waited inside to be served, only to be disappointed, but not too disappointed.
