Legends from our own lunchtimes

Friday, January 22, 2010

Blue-faced Honeyeater

Sitting on the steps looking down at the water it's all too easy to become lost in one's thoughts, to believe that one is alone in the world.
As is the with most thing in life, when one believes one is alone, one rarely is.  Just above the steps, the cabbage palm we saved stands as a sentry beside the beach, and in it the Honey Eaters call us to attention,  jagging us back to another place.

Yesterday it was the valuers and lawyers who called us to attention, but I have a preference for the place below the Honey Eaters.

Social Scorecard 2010:
Day No: 22
Nights at Home: 19
Days Without Visitors: 13

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