We're joining Elisa of Elisa Loves for another nature walk...
It's a warm and partly cloudy Sunday afternoon. Gemma-Rose and I are going to stroll up to our village. Would you like to come along?
I have my camera around my neck. There's some money in my pocket. (We're going to buy ice cream from the village store.) We've slapped a little sunscreen onto our faces. We're ready. Let's go!
Out the door, turn left and head up the road. There are no footpaths where we live. But there aren't many cars either. It's quite safe to walk down the middle of the road.
We're watching out for some interesting nature to photograph, and soon I spot these cotoneaster berries. It won't be long before the birds will be grateful for these. Autumn has arrived. The cooler weather is on its way. Not that you can tell today. It's still rather warm.
Look, there's a sign of autumn! The liquidamber tree leaves are changing colour. Can you see the seed pods? Most of the trees here are natives. They don't drop their leaves in winter. Autumn colours can only be found in the gardens where people have planted deciduous trees. But if you drive into town in a few weeks' time, you will see some spectacular displays of autumn leaves. This area is famous for them.
The other day when we were running along the bush tracks at the other end of our road, I noticed some of the gum trees are in flower. But the trees are so tall, it is almost impossible to get a good look at the creamy/white flowers. But look! here's some flowers lying on the ground. The cockatoos have thrown them down. Gemma-Rose decides to gather them up: the start of a flower posy.
A few more steps along the road and we discover a bottlebush tree.
On the roadsides throughout the village (and all the way to town), there always seem to be flowers blooming, different ones according to the season. Not all of them are native flowers. I imagine some of them have spread from neighbouring gardens. Probably some are regarded as weeds. But we still think they're pretty.
We are now at the end of our road. We take a detour left so we can take a photo of the fire danger rating sign that's situated at the entry to the village. We automatically glance at this board every time we leave or return home.
Gemma-Rose has collected a pretty posy of flowers.
It's now time to head into the village. Gemma-Rose turns and smiles before climbing up the rocky dirt pathway towards the road.
We cross the road and walk under the trees, along a foot-worn dirt path. We hop over tree roots and come out into the sun, as we pick our way over the disused railway line.
"Take a walk down the track," I say to Gemma-Rose, "so I can take a photo." So she heads south, picking her way over the sleepers.
When she returns, we look along the track towards the north and there in the distance we see two white horses. They belong to a woman who lives in the village. Every day she finds a good patch of grass for her horses, tethers them and leaves them to graze. Today the horses are grazing by the railway track.
The horses are near the old station platform.
Gemma-Rose takes a rest on a rock which borders the car park and a nature area, containing picnic tables..
On the far side of the car park is the Rural Fire Service headquarters, the most important building in the village. Look at the sign: 'A Place of Last Resort'. Those words send shivers down my spine!
Across from the fire station is the post office. This photo is for my overseas friends. If you have received letters from our family, they were probably posted in this box!
We buy a box of ice blocks from the village store, a Sunday afternoon treat for the family. Then we head back up the path, and under the trees. We're on our way home.
Across the road and up our street. We live at the very end, just before the bush.
One last photo of the roof of our house nestling in among the gum trees.
Gemma-Rose and I kick off our shoes. "We're home!" we shout. "Anyone like an ice block?" Everyone comes running. Of course they want ice cream!
Please join Elisa for a water nature walk. You will enjoy her accompanying poem!