Siiiigh…
Sometimes life is the bees’ knees but sometimes it’s not. It can be tiring, sad, frustrating or nuisance value.
Any or all of those things.
And when it is, I’ve noticed I retreat with willingness to House.
Which makes a change for a writer!
That was my weekend.
How was yours?
Driving to a beach down the road from House the other day, we met a mob of sheep being shifted to fresh pasture.
This grazing property is my all time favourite. If I won a lottery and the owners would sell, I would buy it yesterday (that’s not to say I don’t love our own farm with it’s wonderful old stone barn and ruins of stables, bakehouse, smithy’s and more).
Travelling through Tasmania in winter, one comes across many silhouettes and shadows.
Wrought metal work illuminating a history –
Stage coach.
Bushranger.
Surveyors opening up the hinterland.
Extinct Tasmanian Tigers.
Overlooking Bass Strait… views to gush over.
Even the next day in the rain.
Night before – spent one and three quarter hours at dusk waiting for fairy penguins to emerge from the Strait and all we got were penguin tracks. C’est la vie.
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
And when I went through my box of projects finished and almost finished, this is what I found:
One blue cushion cover with bird (unfinished).
One stumpwork of snowdrops (almost finished. See below).
Spent a lovely morning at Chinamens’ Bay…
The sky had the look of autumn about it and the water has cooled to 16 degrees Celsius.
The kayak hasn’t been used since that hot day of the Grand Memorial Kayak, a month ago.