My dear old cat Pandora joined us, finally falling asleep in my lap as though I had not been gone from her for sixteen years.
We had agreed to have a quiet day, so when the kids from the school at the corner came out to play cricket in the park I was free to watch and remember how it felt to be a kid under the Australian sun, hat on, tripping over my friends feet or sneaking off to hide under the shade of a banksia tree.
The boys always ruled the games, arguing about runs and outs, and the girls mostly tried to look interested but were just waiting until it was over.
Later in the afternoon we decided to go to the fruit stand out on the Uki road, so we wound our way into the lush green countryside,
seeking and choosing bananas, pineapple, plums, mangoes and my favorite, passionfruit.
Hot and thirsty we went looking for a little store that sold drinks, and found a caravan park at the base of Wollumbin, the sacred mountain that Captain Cook named Mount Warning. The road to the mountain was blocked by a creek which had flooded the road, so we pulled over and cooled our toes in the icy water while sipping from our brown glass bottles of ginger beer.
As we drove away barefoot and satisfied I spied this kookaburra perched on the entrance to the park. I yelled at Mum to stop, which got me yelled at, but I did get a great picture of him.
As evening came on Mum hauled me outside to help move her buddha statue into the yard and turn compost. Here is the view from the bottem of her yard in the evening light.
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