Remembering Today 26th June

 Bela Kacso  Born 26 June1936-2003 (21March) My Dad would be 87 years of age today and i know he would have loved Tasmania. I miss him.  The full article here - i placed him into my art blog as he was my biggest support and fan during his lifetime.

Abundance into a New Year

 I do think that Spring 2023 suggested an abundance everywhere. The wattles lined the creek back to font and were in full flower .... quite lovely. The seeds of these wattles have covered the blocks and the waratah and bottlebrush were heavy with flora. The turbo chooks have so far had 2 clutches of babies as have the swallows. I have counted 17 turbo chooks on the block with 6 being new seasons babies that survived - we lost 6 to hawks and kookaburras plus a couple of unknown. The wallabies are overrun with babies (joeys) as can be seen from my nightly torchlight check from the deck. So cute - quite the nursery.

I spotted a white goshawk, for the first time since moving here, feeding on a dead wallaby one day and we have a resident eel and platypus in the creek. Meanting #Snowcone is living the life having retired from the dairy many years ago.

FUN FACT : did you know more people are killed by cows than by snake bite and shark attack combined !

Our abundance continues for which i am grateful - we continue to plant and water in the veggie patch with a few epic fails. But potatoes this year are rife and we have enjoyed lettuce, cabbage and so many lemons. Pumpkins have taken off so that should be good when winter arrives and i think i have revived the apple tree. (we shall see).

I discovered a (giant) moth Pupae and some weird insect that was large and seems its a weevil ? A beautiful purple poppy that i planted from seeds collected when we moved 18 months ago from Ports (East Devonport). It popped up so much healthier and was a ball of fluffy purple ... beautiful.

A few images here of abundance and my wish is the same for you and yours in this coming New Year. 

ANZAC DAY - reflections on my herstory

 

I have this photo and frame hanging in my bedroom -as is, sitting slightly crooked within the gilt brass frame it originally came in.

My Mum and Dad on their wedding day, 1955 at age 18 and 19. It was 18months later they escaped Hungary, their home and family having experienced terrible times during the '56 Revolution and the loss of their baby boy, our elder brother.

Having endured the Soviet invasion of Budapest (and all the horrors that brings) for months, they opted to escape, with other young people, in the middle of the night, moving between guard points to find the right moment to get on a raft to cross the Danube into Austria.

30 years ago, living in Western Australia, I spent every Thursday night for 2 years taping my mother's stories of this experience and learned about my grandparents on both sides and what happened to them, my mother's older sisters and brother during the invasion. I have typed out what we talked about and it sits in a large pile of single sheets in a box waiting.

Today, Anzac Day, as the radio fills with stories and remembrance, I came to this remembrance of my own. My parents, so young, left their homeland, under horror circumstances, to find a better future for my sister and I.

I am filled with gratitude as I sit here in country Tasmania as I look to going to visit my Mum in the near future.

ONE YEAR anniversary of our move to #countrytasmania

 

this one got away from me ... our 1 year anniversary - musing at the bridge ... in the moment

we did make the date  ... our anniversary dinner.

and this is what it makes us feel like !

images from our first year here #countryliving #tasmania