Over the Fence
I woke up one day this week and realised that we had not done any fun things together as a family for far too long. I threw the floor open to suggestions. I wanted to walk. Posy wanted to picnic. Rosy just goes with the flow. So yesterday we picnicked and walked. We have a magnificent river gorge in Launceston that cuts right through town and provides wilderness right on the doorstep, so we packed a picnic and off we went. We hiked up along the river from the main picnic grounds, far from the madding crowd.
It was the most glorious autumn day. I am rather goal oriented at times, and was all for marching us along the river path on the 90-minute return official walk. The girls want to clamber over boulders and lie on their stomachs and look in rock pools. I took a deep breath and calmed down a notch. So we climbed over the fence that was keeping us safely on the path and went down to visit with the river.
We found so many treasures. A willow tree sprouting in a rock.
Blue wrens flitting under the trees and willy wagtails doing daring aerobatics in pursuit of juicy bugs. Moss on rocks, algae waving eerily in rock pools, tiny purple wild flowers.
But mostly we just sat in the sun and watched the river. Sometimes I forget that we need to stop and sit in the sun, be together, have little adventures. Sometimes too it is important not to follow the path but to climb over the fence and see what lies on the other side.
On the way back...
...Posy demonstrated her super power of holding up gigantic boulders...
What would we do without her?