SkyWatch ~ 51 Stormy Weather

I'm back on line again in our half-way house motel
in Horsham which does have internet..hooray!!



The drive of over 250 miles from Melbourne to
here was rather a strain with pouring rain, wind
gusts so you could not open a door against them
and intermittent hail for good measure.



Cars were kicking up spray that made it even worse,
especially when passing huge trucks when you had to
trust your luck and instinct to stay on the road.



Part of the way was dual carriage-way, here is the
spray of the on coming traffic.



Another hazard was the threat of aquaplaning on
the water filled ruts left by heavy pan-technicons
when the tarmac had softened in the summer heat.



It looks like tomorrow will be similar, but at least
it is the last leg home.

Thank you all for your good wishes, I am certain they

helped to keep us safe. I have 1,200 photos from this trip,

so be prepared to be blinded by the beauties of Australia

for quite a while.

SkyWatch ~ 41 Beloved Skies of Home

Winter clouds across our valley. Home is where
the heart is and ours is firmly set in the little
homestead behind the big old Redgum.



Do click on them for greater clarity and enjoyment.



Looking in the other direction across our access road.



Turning back and looking up hill to one of my favourite
bare winter trees covered in golden lichen.



A paddock we are planting to mainly Oak trees.

Up our road towards the ruin of Cair Paravel by the

Lombardy Poplars.

The part of the road none of us really like taking,

leading away from home .... the two large trees are

our natural gateway.

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of skies we can see in this meme.

Wanderlust at Twilight

We drove to the horizon
and nearly fell right off the earth



we drove by day and drove by night
we drove for all that we were worth



we drove for days on end,
until we nearly dropped



it seemed we drove for ever more
until one day we stopped



and stood there wondering
why ever we did start
when now we had left far behind
all things close to our heart.

The far horizon beckoned
with promise full of change
but everything we yearned for
was home, close to our range.

If ever we should get the urge
to harness horse and go
to run away from daily life
that's boring, drear and slow,
take out the axle pin
and say the waggon broke.

Brew up a billy full of tea
upon a smoking campfire
and say if we should need a change:
"go camp down on the flat,
the snakes are plentiful down there
they'll give you quite a thrill,
the kangaroos go sailing by
bushwhacking noises fill the night
the sheep can give you quite a fright



and we will know that you are safe
from hoons and trucks upon the road.

The stars shine brightly there at night
and should the cold decide to bite
come back and turn the blanky on
and sleep in your own bed,
the cat will read a goodnight tale
and you will get well fed".