Tuesday, April 28, 2015

"...so that is the story of the two Bad Mice, but they were no so very very naughty after all,..."

I think I have written about how changes here in Tasmania seem more evident and somehow a shock to my system compared to Stockholm.
Perhaps because one can still envision the island as a wild place.
Whereas Stockholm, can be envisioned as always having been grand, industrious, highly populated and therefore damned to constant change.
So here, walks have been encased with fences- 
Houses have been pulled down and apartments put up,
More of the hillside has been cleared for more houses,
The waterfront is starting to get "revamped", with a new enclosed pier that has small stalls selling local produce/wine/products-
Competition seems to have cropped up- where once there was only one ferry to Maria now there are two, Two tall ships that take people out on the Derwent, two fast boats to go out past Bruny.  The look out on Wellington had the interior changed.  We might finally be getting an internet connection upgrade to perhaps be close to what we have in Europe. 


Saturday, April 11, 2015

Rocket Day 2015

I love Autumn, I love the darkness coming earlier- shorter days always seem full to me, they are less pressure to fill.
    We had tentatively planned to launch rockets today. Encouraged by peoples comments when I mentioned the rocket launch, I started casually inviting anyone within walking distance.  Mostly, the launch was for the kids that live across the way. 
Zok and I half expected knocking on the door at 8 a.m. but when this morning arrived, shockingly we were the first ones ready to go.
We were however not the first to arrive, luckily our neighbour from up the road, called to let us know our location had to be changed due to a soccer match.
So we went to a smaller field, the same one I used to skate at- (anyone remember those sad, lonely entries?)
The sky was bit cloudy which is bad for spotting the rocket when it is at his highest point, and there was a bit of wind, but we were able to shoot off four, or each rocket twice. 

Afterwards another friend and neighbor brought us lunch! I fear that sometimes we are being too controlling- by this I mean for the most part we 'host' and 'cook' we rarely are on the other side.  I was delighted that someone would feel okay to come over and cook- I had started to think we were scaring people off by 'overdoing'. The food was delicious.
A lovely Autumn day all around.

 A convenient crew to chase after the landed rocket.
 Blast Off
 The launch pad
 The kids did a good job painting up the smaller rocket.  They also pushed the launch button on the controller. 



Saturday, April 4, 2015

"...born to multiply or born to gaze into night skies..."

Today was a day that could have been almost any in-between season day.  When the sun was out, I felt warm.
When the sun became overrun by clouds, I felt less so.
There are still greens in the garden, and lemons ripening on the tree.
Native plants are blooming with their strange scented small flowers.
Tomorrow is Easter brunch, and I go shopping for ruby grapefruit or blood oranges but there is no citrus in Autumn.  And I want to clean out cupboards but actually, here, it is time to bring up firewood and change the bedding to winter duvets.
I become confused by low pressure systems that bring in humidity and warm air until the skies open and the rain pours down.
Only the ocean water is brutally honest, with its cold bite.