Family holidays

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My older sister complained all the way along the winding dirt road. It wasn’t my fault that my leg kept touching hers. I was always the one squashed in the middle and even though I was small there was nowhere to put my legs. I tried to keep them squeezed together but every time we hit a bump – and there were lots on this road – my knees would slip and I would touch her leg. She kept saying I was doing it deliberately and would poke me in the ribs. Sometimes if she did it too hard I would cry out and then dad would roar at all of us to be quiet. We should enjoy the scenery and stop that fighting in the back seat. It was alright for him, but I couldn’t see any scenery to enjoy from where I was squashed in the middle of the back seat. The one time I did try to see it seemed like we were clinging to the edge of a mountainside and the valley below was a million miles away. On top of everything else I was starting to feel carsick. The swaying and bumping car and the lack of air was making me feel queasy. I didn’t bother listening to dad talk about how exciting this trip was. ‘We’re going to see where Slim Dusty grew up,’ he said. But I wasn’t really listening. I wanted to lay me head back and sleep. I knew I would be in trouble if I asked if we could pull over. ‘No time to stop,’ dad always said.

‘Mum! She’s doing it again!!’ I had closed my eyes for a second and had accidentally dozed off and then my leg slipped and touched Jasmine’s again.

‘We’re nearly there, girls. Just be quiet for a bit longer.’ That was what mum always said. But it seemed like hours later when we finally stopped. Everyone piled out of the car and when I was finally in the fresh hour my legs felt wobbly and I nearly vomited and the green grass.

Mum spread a picnic blanket on the ground and Jasmine was the first to flop down on the ground with her knees in the air and her arms behind her head. Stephen called me over to look at the creek so I wobbled across the paddock after him. The air smelt of tea tree and sassafras. I took a deep breath and suddenly I realised what Dad had been talking about. This was the kind of place where you could live and just spend the rest of your days being part of nature. There really were sleeping gums on the hillside and herds straying by, just like in the song. I could hear Dad in the distance talking about Slim Dusty again as I joined Stephen by the creek in time to see a turtle splash into the water.

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Walking on a country road

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We all love travel and visiting exotic places, but the other day I read a magazine article about turning every day into a travel adventure. It really resonated with me. Rather than waiting for life to pass by until my next holiday I have decided to take that advice and treat every day like an adventure. Already it has opened my eyes to things that I would normally have taken for granted.

I live in a small country town in southern New South Wales, Australia, and there are so many beautiful places that too many people just fly past on the highway. So on my weekend ramble I decided to capture some of these scenes that have remained timeless for decades. Gum trees, paddocks of tall grass waving in the breeze, dappled sunlight… this is my home.

I hope you like it.

Molly xx

Wattle blooms

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In the middle of winter, when everything is cold and grey, the wattle blooms bring a splash of colour and a hint of warmer, happier days to come.

Golden wattle is Australia’s floral emblem, and it’s not hard to see why when the countryside sparkles with all different types of wattle trees. Those little balls of yellow fluff that look so beautiful also bring misery to hay fever sufferers as the air fills with tiny pollen. Luckily for me I’m not one of them and I love to ride my bike through country lanes that are lined with gorgeous wattle blossoms.

The Australian cricket team sings about wattle after each victory, poets have written about it, songs have been sung about it, and we even have an Australian wattle day each year (that I confess that I didn’t even know we had until I just look it up).

So what does wattle mean to me? Wattle is one of those plants that makes me feel at home. It makes me feel connected to the land and the seasons. It reminds me that we are all part of nature and even in our crowded busy cities you can’t hide from the changing seasons. The wattle blooms in every park and corners of backyard gardens. It blooms along the nature strips lining our roads and it blooms in the bush.

It reminds me of the sunshine.

Have a beautiful day.

Molly xx

Jacaranda season

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Okay, so it’s not quite jacaranda season here just yet but I couldn’t resist sharing my photo of these beautiful blossoms. The splash of colour jacaranda’s provide to city streets make me feel I’m living in a fairy world. Their soft petals fall to the ground and leave a carpet of purple like confetti at a princess’s wedding.

Jacaranda trees are native to Brazil but were brought to Australia in the 1800s and widely planted around the streets of Sydney and all the way up the coast as far as Brisbane.

Like daffodils herald the coming spring, jacaranda trees in bloom herald the coming of warmer weather and the first hints that Christmas isn’t that far away.

Coming up next, wattle trees in full bloom.

Have a beautiful day,

Molly xx

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