Today the sky is so blue it’s almost unbelievable. I’ve been sitting outside, on our sunny timber deck, reading Saturday’s paper and weekend magazine. The combination of blue sky, overhanging leafy branches of the pin-oak tree, combined with the bird song from magpies, native thrush and butcher birds makes me truly aware of the beauty of nature and the beauty of the place in which I now live. I wonder if I will ever experience such a blissful combination once I have transported myself and all my (our) belongings to the state of Queensland.
But that’s not something I wish to dwell on. The main object of the Big Move is to be closer to family and all else pales into insignificance next to that. But I also must admit to the fact that I will not miss my hands turning red and stinging in the cold weather experienced by us here in Victoria. To have warmer weather for (much) longer times will be a blessing. To awaken to balmy days will be a delight hard to equal and I will not miss those mornings where to keep warm means to have the gas heater and/or open fire going and to also have a knee rug and a heat bag across my legs if I am sitting still - such as times when I am writing.
But, as I scan the “property for sale” sites on the computer, I have to keep telling myself that although I may never find as lovely a home as that which we now have, to be close to family is all I want - and all I need.
But that’s not something I wish to dwell on. The main object of the Big Move is to be closer to family and all else pales into insignificance next to that. But I also must admit to the fact that I will not miss my hands turning red and stinging in the cold weather experienced by us here in Victoria. To have warmer weather for (much) longer times will be a blessing. To awaken to balmy days will be a delight hard to equal and I will not miss those mornings where to keep warm means to have the gas heater and/or open fire going and to also have a knee rug and a heat bag across my legs if I am sitting still - such as times when I am writing.
But, as I scan the “property for sale” sites on the computer, I have to keep telling myself that although I may never find as lovely a home as that which we now have, to be close to family is all I want - and all I need.
