Skies are Blue
Our family went for a walk up to a little copse of trees together on fathers day. The sun shone down bright and warm and a cool breeze bent the grass upon the rolling hills around the lake as we climbed through the paddock.
We looked down on dams that reflected the blue of the sky and small parts of the lake that stretched out into gullies off the main lake.
We reached a knoll and then traipsed down the other side into the stand of thick trunked gum trees.
We sat down and snacked on a few biscuits in the peace and quiet of the grove. Well not actually, we were there, so it rapidly became rather loud with the crack of sticks on sticks and logs on an old tree stump that apparently did not deserve to stand in the ground any longer. My dad and some younger siblings decided it was absolutely necessary that they get the stump out, or at least snapped off at ground level. And to cut a long story of noise, and cracks, leavers, clubs and flying sticks short, they did actually succeed.
Then we set off again to walk down a different ridge line and back through the paddock to the car.
Do you like bushwalking?
What did you do for fathers day?