Back in Oz
I've moved a lot since coming home to Australia. Finally after being in Sydney, the Blue Mountains, Tarago, Canberra, Melbourne, Canberra and Tarago again, I have made it to beautiful Perth.
This photo is my current favourite, capturing the light at Ruth's place at Tarago, not to mention the beauty of Raku!
Much to the chagrin of her neighbours, Ruth rescued and raised baby kangaroos whose mothers were killed by cars. When I visited in 1999 there were three pillow cases nailed to the kitchen bench with little joeys legs sticking out. Now they have graduated to the paddocks.
My absolutely favourite thing to do at Ruth's farm is to check the eggs; its an especially good day when they are warm.
This tree is between 200 and 300 years old, it has survived much
The geese tried to intimidate me and succeeded.
Kookas are special to me. When walking with Anne in Melbourne I said, "I haven't seen or heard a kooka." Before we spoke again a kooka on a very nearby branch gave a low chuckle, flew directly over us and laughed like hell with some mates. Really, as Anne is my witness. That was the best welcome home.
Sue bought the house next door and installed solar panels - she has never run out of hot water or power. Rock On Sue!
Maggies are the saxaphone section of the bush, their song is unlike anything I've heard. They are also the labradors of the bush, hungry! Not good to cross them during spring when they have babes, they swoop and dive bomb your head.
Galahs at Tarago
The next door neigbours are brilliant and have alpacas. They also had a dog I nearly smuggled into my bag. Oh what a face, what a beautiful beautiful face.
Blossom in Melbourne
Anne and I went to Darebin Parklands, a beautiful oasis in the city, to walk Xena who morphed into an otter as soon as we arrived 
Lynne and I have been friends since I was 7 and she was 8. Now she is a mum. I am Isabella's coolness monitor and in this capacity have provided her with essentials like a Ramones t-shirt, a red and black beanie and assure supply of black clothes at all stages of the life cycle. 
Rosie and Arlo are the sunrise and sunset, the best reason to be an activist and the best huggers on earth. Meeting them after school and going to the peace park to eat truffles in the afternoon sun was utterly great. Arlo looks like a Bejoran because he fell into a bench.
Here he is a few days later! What eyes!
Here is my loved and loving cousin Anne who gives me shelter, solidarity, grammar correction and new words like perapatetic. We found each other late in life but not too late to feel that blood ties are thick and fast and fun familarity.
My munka the mammoosian papasini is happy
Elvis is with us. always and ever, amen 
PERTH!
In Perth I visited some very great friends who I used to see almost daily on my walk to work. This tree is about 100 years old and so sacred to me. It's impossible to capture its enormity and beauty.
Can you believe it?
