Form One Planet

 

We borrowed the marina's courtesy car today and trundled up the Channel Highway to buy groceries and do errands in Kingston, the closest big town, about 20 minutes away. I tend to take my camera with me everywhere I go. (I love my camera, BTW; it deserves its own post some time in the future). There always seems to be something interesting to see and photograph...usually when I'm least expecting it.

As the overtake (passing) lane on this narrow country road disappeared, David spotted the sign first. A clever person with a can of black spray black paint had modified the sign from a traffic warning to a wish for “one world”.

Looking Up

Ever since I saw snakes in the bush, I tend to look down when I walk in grassy areas. It's the prudent thing to do here. I walked back up to The Inn again this morning. It has been an object of discovery for me over the past several days. Whenever I need a break from writing or boat work, I traipse up the hill and just take a look around. There seems to be something new to see each day. This morning I happened to look up for a change. It was so cold, I figured the snakes would be sluggish so early in the day. Lo and behold there was a dragon perched on the Inn's chimney. A winged, clawed, ferocious -looking beast with a long, scaly, spade-tipped tail that curled around the chimney top. I'm assuming he was cold and needed to warm up a bit. I'm pleased he wasn't interested in setting up shop on the top of our mast.

Spring Has Sprung Downunder

Sunny and crisp this morning. We're hoping this sunny morning trend continues. We took a walk back up the hill to the Oyster Cove Inn grounds again this morning. Flowers are blooming everywhere. Fruit trees in blossom. My feet were soaked and cold from the dew and I could see my breath as we walked. I was retaking wood carving photos in good light and noticed some movement just out of the corner of my eye. A masked lapwing and her chicks were rustling in the tall grass nearby searching for whatever it is little lapwings like to eat...grubs, maybe? We wandered a bit further, leisurely taking in the fresh, clean morning air. A Tasmanian native hen, her ruby red eyes shining in the sun, peeked out of the reeds and began herding her chicks onto the grass. It's springtime in Tasmania.