Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
A quiet weekend down the coast that included a lot of moving boxes across muddy planks. Broad beans and mustard are growing on the salvaged topsoil, of course Gracie claimed her rightful place as king of the mountain. Dylan practiced making tea on his special wood burning camping stove so as to avoid humiliation in front of his camping buddies.
Summer holidays by the beach. Lying on my stomach in the grass reading and feeling it prickling my legs reminds me of when I was little. Everything seems so much bigger when you look up at the sky from all the way down there.
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.
