… is never long.
Once upon a time I had a sweet little blue and white plate with this ‘old Irish proverb’.
How old and how genuinely Irish remains to be proven.
The plate is long gone, accidentally broken by a visiting child, but the sentiment remains.
So I thought I’d take you on a visual journey from my front door to that of the oft written about Pete-and-Brenda-formerly-from-next-door, now resident at Emu Creek.
So obviously we start with the view Chez Catsmum, looking toward the dam [ which you probably can’t see because the garden is in the way ]
It’s Spring now, and the first of the irises are out. The surrounding bush looms in the background of any external shots, regardless of the season, but I especially love the juxtaposition in Spring.
As here, looking down the driveway towards the road.
We’ll take the passage through town as read, proceed out towards Barkers Creek, by-pass the Freeway, and head through Harcourt, home of the famous Harcourt apples, cherries and general fruity goodness.
This is about where I remember that I had intended to document the trip, so we’ll pull over on one of the few safe spots on this narrow, winding road …
and pause to admire the huge old Heysenesque gums.
Then onward over the exposed, rocky flanks of Mount Alexander, with no safe place to pull over for photography, until
we turn away from the fruit trees and into thoroughbred racehorse /trotter territory around Sedgewick
this seques into sort of general mixed agricultural use, until finally we reach the driveway of our destination and stop to admire how clean my car is[n’t]
and that, as they say, is your lot for today