This past weekend was spent at Bottle Tree Creek.
As so many already have, and undoubtedly many more will be.
Up early Saturday morning, feeding animals, and children, packing bags, eskies, cars, trucks. Driving for two hours in a south-westerly direction. Working for two days, driving home. It makes me tired.
We didn't get everything finished we'd hoped to, so we left the kids at school early Monday morning and returned. A frantic effort ensued to be back at school by 3. Undesirable, but do-able. My new work mantra.
The kids have been intent on exploring Bottle Tree Creek since we took over. The creek itself. Sunday afternoon, having helped Dad load bulls onto the truck and waving him and Wallace off, we had a little detour, giving the menfolk a headstart in the slow old truck.
We skimmed a few rocks, smelled some tea-tree flowers,