Cyclone Ulni has just hit the QLD coast, lucky it was down graded to a catogory 2 as it hit Arlie Beach area.
For a while the cyclone was heading straight towards Bundaburg and little Isis. I was starting to worry as I am down In South Australia, and couldnt be up there to look after her. We have allready had torential rain and the Burrent river flooded, taking a couple of boats off their moorings.
A sigh of releif, that we didnt get a direct hit.
Butterflies, dragonflies and bumblebees
Cluster around the flower bush.
It seems the sky is full of butterflies trying to find the
Most beautiful smelling flower they can.
Yelling to each other “over here, no over here, this one
Smells better, rub your belly on this one!”
Such carefree days spent chasing the perfect scent.
The most luscious rose or dreamy jasmine
Drifting through the nights air,
Tempting one to throw all caution to the wind
To dance through the street under the tall Norfolk Pines,
With flowers in your hair, skirts twirling around you
Singing to the stars on a cool, crisp dark night.
Finally the land of the heart is behind us,
no longer hanging over us like a damp blanket.
She lies beautifully to the south!
Such a cheerful thought.
I love tassie, for she is different therefore we are kindred spirits.
To live there, I think not. She would slowly starve my soul of the light and love to live.
So we know where we stand, and therefore appreciate each other.
Oh, I long for the rays of the sun to warm my face.
Now we leave this desolate place to our south.
Seals play in the crisp cool swell,
bobbing up and down like a cork.
Looking at you, with a quizzical smile,
wondering what the hell you are doing down here
and why aren’t you playing in the swell like them?
Entering Hells Gates on a typical Strahan morning, grey skies and drizzle. Not a drop of breeze kissed my skin. Is it fair to call such a beautiful spot “Hells Gates”, does it evoke fear in mans heart or make you want to visit, purely for the namesake.
I for one fell into the later group. I like the name.
It evokes thoughts of castles buffered along the rocky shoreline protecting those who entered and departed through the narrow slot of water.
Midnight sorties, arrows and cannon balls aloft as fires burn all night to keep the frost away from the soldiers. Which in turn helped with the name “hells gates”
“Who dares come knocking at my door and demand entrance to my sacred city? What say you, do you have to offer, sell or trade” If the answer was not well suited to the knight on watch that evening then your boat was ransacked and scuttled and left to sprawl herself across the reefs that lay near by.
Those lucky enough to be permitted entrance found a peaceful calm bay, surrounded by wooded forest and fresh streams to quench a tired sailors thirst. Alas not all could be quenched from water and Strahan was embarked upon to calm a sailor down. The promise of cold beer, warm food and women. Was all that kept many a cold and hungry sailor going.