Today the youngest three took me to the Pixie Pools. They had been there with their aunt a while ago when it was post floods and full of water. Today it was a more tranquil place and on the way we found a lush little bit of heaven to play in. Forget the gadgetry, we need to invest in a new piece of rope!
This patch of loveliness is an old youth camp, no longer used but just maintained by a few dedicated volunteers.
|Not to be outdone by the brother!|
There were mysterious paths lined with falls of wildflowers to wander along...
collecting red bush tucker fruits and flowers to make a fairy ring.
The whole place did have an enchanted quality to it....
especially in that Mt Glorious golden, late afternoon sun.
This child was convinced we were in a fairy forest. She is way too interested in pink and fairies and twirly bits for my own good.
As opposed to this one who cringes at the sight of a brush like a vampire at garlic. The Pixie Pools are no good to swim in until we get rain to fill them and flush out all the water weeds.
Still it was magical and strange down in the shadowy gully hearing nothing more than the raucous calls of native birds and my runaway children off exploring.
Bring on the rain.
It's time for a swim around these parts!