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We’ve reached day 7 of my week of posting images. I hope you enjoyed them. We’ll now return to my regular silence, and occasional posting.
Photo: Locked gate, Midland.
Once again posting images of food here, I perpetuate the rumour that all I think of when on holidays is cheese and bread. This is incorrect – I also spend holidays thinking of wines to drink. We’re on our way to the Great Southern region as we speak, which is home to many cheeses, wines and breads. Oh the pain of it all!
Photo: Cheeses and bread, Christmas picnic.
The weekend prior to Christmas, we took the staff and families from Bam Creative and Bekkers down to Bunker Bay Resort, in the very relaxing Dunsborough area. It was a great weekend, and this image summarises how I felt from it - relaxed and sunny.
Speaking of time away, tomorrow we bundle the kids in the car and head 420km down south to Albany for seven days of more relaxation. I’m planning reading, photography, hanging on the beach, eating, drinking and exploring a town I haven’t visited for more than eight years.
Photo: Poolside (looking out to Ocean), Bunker Bay.
My plan a few days ago was to celebrate Christmas by posting an image each day for a week here on my blog. Well, I have survived four days now, so all is good. Think of it as a graphical interlude to my recent efforts of blog silence.
Today is the day to ponder on the meaning of Boxing Day. Boxing Day is a Commonwealth holiday celebrated in the UK, Canada, New Zealand and Australia. It officially falls on December 26th, the day after Christmas, or the first weekday following Christmas if Christmas falls on a weekend. This means that today most of Australia is at home or sports events, instead of back at work.
There are a number of theories about Boxing Day and its origins, but all I can tell you is it’s a traditional day of sorting out presents and tidying the house for our household.
Photo: Pancake Stack, Mt Lawley Cafe.
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I grew up with natural Christmas trees, ones cut down from some plantation, sold at the local Petrol station and brought to our home for the month of December, dressed up and treated well for a few weeks, and then discarded on the trash heap at the end of December. I have vivid memories of pine needles stuck in our carpet for months afterwards, and that delicious smell of a freshly cut tree.
Nowadays, we’re using fake trees (see image), wiped for dust and then dressed in the lights and trimmings, then quietly removed to a box back in the shed for the next eleven months. It sure doesn’t have that romance or reality as the real trees did, however I solace myself with the thoughts I am saving the environment.
So, what was your Christmas Tree?
Photo: Christmas Tree 2006.
