Sundays in my City

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After our busy furniture rearranging day yesterday we took it easy this morning and ended up having breakfast at about 11am. Dave and I went and did the grocery shopping while Adam, Tom and Caitlin baked choc chip cookies and brownies. Then after lunch (which we ate at 3:30pm) we put the Anglo Saxon style leg of lamb in the oven to slow cook and headed over to my Mum's place for a walk.

My Aunty Liz and Uncle Rob and my Dad had been at Mum's for lunch so altogether there were 10 of us (if you count the dog) wandering the neighbourhood.

Clara was keen to get moving, my arm is a good inch longer than before we went I'm sure.

Sulphur-crested cockatoo

Kookaburra

Me getting left behind because I keep stopping to take photos

Wattle in bloom

Adam taking a photo of me taking a photo of him...

I gave him the good camera, and nearly all the shots I'm using have come from my phone.

Oh look, there's me!

Here's what we'd come off-road to see. It's the pig face tree. One of my kids named it that years ago, I think it was David.

David, Clara, Mum and Aunty Liz

Can you see how the tree got its name? There's a very definite snout shape under that lower branch.

David and a Clara blur

Clearly a pig.

The view from the pig face tree rock - Elouera Bushland Reserve

There's been a few bushfires through here over the years, my Mum was talking this afternoon about being involved with a community fire group - apparently you need to either have a swimming pool yourself to do so, or a neighbour with a pool, that can be used as a water source if/when the mains pressure drops off during a bushfire. I gather the next door neighbour is being co-opted into that role.

Burnt tree trunk in the afternoon light.

Caitlin and Clara.

Walking along Duneba Drive.

Mum and Liz.

Wearing matching jackets and earrings (though you can't really see Liz's earrings). I guess it's a twin thing.

The kids and dog beat us back to Mum's by long enough for Dave to be engrossed in his game by the time we caught up.

The house I grew up in.

The bedroom I grew up in.

With the bed I slept in. And the doona cover I slept under. Almost 19 years later and nothing has changed! The bed is now used by grandchildren sleeping over. When David was little and we were first leaving him with my Mum for the night he was quite taken with sleeping in my bed.

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P.S. No decluttering pics today, I gave myself the day off.