Just when I thought I’d finished posting about Lamby, along comes this prompt: Green.
I knew the grass would start growing again. And sure enough, within two weeks of her departure and heavy rain in Melbourne, the grass is greening up.
When she was still here Harry and Lamby revelled in the long green grass. Lamby munched it down until there was virtually nothing left, but now it’s flourishing again.
Proof that everything rejuvenates.
Just like the seasons, there’s purpose and cycles in the earth.
Everything appears, grows and fades away … for a reason.
She came, brought me joy and taught me lessons and helped me to move on.
Like so much in nature and life, there’s always more to things than what meets the eye, beneath the surface.
Like this fella.
You know what they say about ducks.
On the surface and on land they look calm. But in the water, underneath and unseen, their little feet are flapping like crazy.
Guess I’ll just have to keep on flapping these little feet until they find their rhythm.
When we’re camping is when I feel most grounded by nature, surrounded by a backdrop of green …
Walking through rainforests and looking towards giant ferns that seem to touch the sky, always fills me with awe.
Driving amid massive trees that tower above the road make me feel small and yet somehow part of it.
Early morning glimpses of pristine lakes that reflect the stillness and calm of the overhanging forests are a tonic in a noisy, sometimes nonsensical world.
Sometimes nature is ruthless in its growth and vigor.
Thick ivy covers this tree by the Goulburn River, as though trying to strangle it, yet not getting a firm enough hold to fully take over.
It reminds me of dark thoughts that sometimes threaten to overwhelm my mind.
Yet we still have control.
We can choose our surroundings, to step outside and change our mood.
Here’s my normally indoorsy son and Harry relishing some backyard play at Macedon.
For me being outside is grounding and helps me appreciate the moment.
I remember stopping recently to photograph these rows of luscious grape vines in the King Valley.
They’ll eventually be turned into a crisp white wine to be enjoyed with a favorite meal.
Life really is good. It’s in the making and the small things.
As well as the big things.
Like our sheer walk up the mountain at Murrindindi last year … it was a hard slog but the views were so worth it.
Like most things in life that come to us after a big effort.
Why do I feel such a sense of peace in being blanketed by Mother Nature’s canopy?
Step outside and you’ll feel it.
Bushwalking has always been my love, exploring new trails amid the high country and throughout Victoria.
And now it will be part of my work too.
My new job, starting on Monday, will mean less time on my blog and reading others, at least initially, but in time I’m sure I’ll strike a happy balance.
Like me here, standing on the suspension bridge at Tarra Valley.
Back in my own neighborhood I’m reminded of how fortunate I am to live where I do.
Fresh grass, well worn trails and opportunities … here’s to renewal and being open to new pathways.
This was taken last Friday, on my usual morning walk with Harry.
With the recent tragedy in London I’m saddened but also grateful for all we have in our country and the need to appreciate what’s in our own backyard.
It’s a reminder to never lose sight of what surrounds us, even amidst the hard days and the drama.
Reach out and be kind to others. Be the color and joy in someone’s life that you’d want in your own. It will be returned.
Like the grass in my backyard and the ever changing greens of nature, may we all feel refreshed, renewed and regenerated.
Happy weekend everyone.