Oh! What a beautiful morning!

Waking up to such a beautiful morning in such a beautiful place set the mood for a beautiful day.

I have some outstanding photos to upload (when I work out how to resize them). The mist was rising slowly from the frost covered grass. The dew was beginning to melt and drip from the bare apple tree in the yard. Drips lazily fell from the awning with little thuds. Then this perfect scene was made even more perfect by the distant call of a lyre bird; it's very distinctive call echoing through our little valley.

As Billy and I took in "the view" a little later, the winter sun was shining warmly from a cloudless sky. There was quite a heavy silence still sitting in the valley, and I couldn't imagine anywhere I'd rather be.

The older children spent some time fishing out yabbies from the dam. They believe there are hundreds of them in there. And fish, too. The fish are not as big as I was led to believe... they started off as foot long-ers, but have now been reduced to inch long-ers. A dam full of yabbies, guppies and taddies...

After laundry was done, Billy and I went for our daily constitutional. This time I took a chair, a cuppa and a book down to my favourite clearing near the old bus. We sat in complete silence, with the sun beaming down and the wind barely moving the leaves on the gums.

Right now I can smell dinner slowly stewing on the fire, the children have come inside to watch a DVD, Billy is sound asleep in his usual position, and all is well on Wallaby Scrub.