south of somewhere

So we spent the weekend down south and oh glory.

We spent two nights in a tent by Crooked River. Our tent had a bath and electricity which proved glorious additions. Saturday morning saw french toast and toes in the sand of Seven Mile Beach. By afternoon we were acquainted with Berry and Kiama too. Sunday sent us to church. Inside the white bricked building sheltered from the sunshine we met friendly folk who quite frankly made me feel like one hundred dollars. They were happy and their hearts were kind.
We truly saw the sun and felt it on our skin and we watched the waves roll in. I found all that I want in a house made of branches on a hill I will call my own.
To wake up to birds and not beeps is a feeling that I want infinitely. To meddle in fields and amble over hills, to dream to the sound of silence. I'd very much like to buy a cow and call it Delilah and raise a baby with a man by my side.
In the meantime I will keep my hands busy and put my dreams on paper. When two years have passed and I am an artist I will pack my things and go..

So I'll spend a life down south and oh glory.



I think Milkwood Bakery pies will be a weekly treat.