In dreams I go back to this place I love in our arid lands,
Wirrealpa Station on the eastern edge of the
North Flinders Ranges.
My husband and I stayed in this little house on the hill
the last time we were there.
Meat safe on the left and shearer's quarter to the right
the larger house, far right, the sleeping quarters and the smaller
one with the chimney stack, kitchen and eating hall
The meat safe, where carcasses were hung before refrigeration,
surrounded by fly wire
now an extra studio space
this was in springtime when I went there with my daughter
and some of her artist friends, when the desert was in full flower
a bush pear had even set fruit, unfortunately not
ripe enough for us to taste
general view to the east, flat and dry
my favourite view to the Flinders Ranges from the verandah of the
shearer's quarters
botanical alchemy happening on the old shearer's stove
you can see in my header
and a little later, our dinner squeezed in-between
the dye pots and kettles
and lastly the star of this October visit,
a profusion of Sturt's Desert Pea.
Can you wonder that I love this place?
