Today was so much pretty!
.. for fighting chaps.
It was supper time..
It might not actually be that. It could be for yowies. :D
Curtis falls, Mt Tambourine.
Rainforest sights are soul nurturing.
(okay, NOT the leeches and ticks, but they are such a tiny percentage of the landscape! )
We’ve been on the ocean. Boating, friends, is fun. :D
I love the rainforest!
Greetings from sunny Queensland!
As I am not a member, I have to thank you here for the kind words you’ve posted about my pictures. Thank you!
This post is for you… Aussies away from home! ♥
Here’s my mate Bob, boiling the billy at Lost World, Lamington national park.
Tossing in some tea… (It was a stiff brew, I can tell you!)
Then give her a swing… and teach the nippers about the properties of centrifugal force.
And Bob’s your uncle. I’d show you us drinking the tea, but.. we were busy drinking. Here’s the view instead…
Thanks for coming to visit!
It rained a few days previous to our girls weekend adventure at Mt Tamborine. The faint hearted among my friends refused to walk to Curtis Falls with me because of the increased likelihood of being eaten up by leeches on the way. Leeches are gross. Ticks are not much nicer, and there was a sign warning of them (as if you can see and avoid!) at the start of the walk.
But Bloggy friends, it was worth the risk. (I can say that with a sense of the cavalier now that I have come through the ordeal unscathed by any blood sucking parasites… )
Life is richer for seeing a waterfall. :-)
…and you can always carry salt
A line of trees is a bit like an old building, or.. old letters, or.. any of those other things I can’t go past. No idea why I like them, I just do.
It’s that time of year.
It’s really Mr BB, of course, but he has his wolfish moments.
We spent Saturday at a Regency Garden Party and Grand Spring Ball. (Yes! Another! Girly followers will be able to read about it on Beyondbluestockings..um… eventually.)
And this one is for my little friend, SK: my daughter, the same age as you.
Happy Spring, bloggy friends!
Ever watched butterflies court? I feel privileged to have intruded on this pair. Must be a male thing, though, that such a hairy, old, beat up specimen as this one, has perfect confidence in his ability to charm that unblemished young thing on the leaf.
The art of drinking tea is clearly acquired, rather than innate. Because I can assure you that neither of the mothers of these two petals drink tea in quite this fashion.
An afternoon of all things dainty and pretty…