Stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nick soon would be there… and he did find us, despite it being summer, and all being so far from home.
Continuing along with the un-tradition of this year’s Christmas, we walked down the road from our little house to Bruno’s Sculpture Garden, a one-man-show of fanciful sculptural figures tucked into the brush and trees of his large, quiet, stream-side yard. We wandered his few acre property discovering art amongst the natural beauty of the giant ferns and numerous trees and flowers.
We spent a lazy day reading in front of the fireplace, then David cooked us a delicious traditional feast of mashed potatoes, roasted chicken, stuffing, green beans, and gravy-- a welcome reminder of home and family, since I missed the comforts of home and family.
Aussie Word of the Day: texters = marker pens
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