Gotta love summer in Tasmania. It takes a while to be allowed to kick in, with winter lingering much longer than it should, even to the extreme of dusting the high peaks with snow in December. Not to be outdone, Jack Frost appeared for one last hurrah the very next day. Not a heavy frost, but just enough to make we amateur vege gardeners rush outside before the morning cuppa, to check on our precious shivering seedlings. Miraculously, Jack Frost spared them any damage! Now, only a week or so later, its deliciously warm, and winter definitely seeming a thing of the past finally, and everything sparkles in this scenic place we live.
Not many people visit Tasmania these days, it seems, for various reasons, the experts say. Its a shame, its so picturesque here, I am spoilt to the point of not wanting to venture anywhere else except to visit family now and then on the mainland. I love the serenity here, the uncrowded and less frenetic life. People living here are the same as anyone else living anywhere, we all have things to deal with on a day-to-day basis. But life for the most part suits me here at this point in our lives, and I am content with it. I am not missing the wretched heat waves of the mainland summer of days past that we once endured in the pursuit of all those things that go towards making a happy home for our young family as it was then.
A lifetime ago, it seems now, and I am grateful that all is well as we blissfully enter another season of Mother Nature's gifts of plenty, in this island state. All seems well. I do count my blessings in our Tasmanian home. None of them is material, all of them are irreplaceable.
