Sweet Wayfaring

I liked this rustic fence at the Lion of Waterloo hotel. It has none of the craftsmanship I admired in the dovetailed fence by Ken at Stouffville Daily Photo. But it has a \slapped together Aussie country quality. Musing: Written by Cole Porter and Robert Fletcher and sung by many Hollywood stars. "Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in. Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze, And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in."

The stained glass windows in yesterday's post are in St Matthew's Church in Windsor. The first time I saw this church I remember thinking that its lovely simplicity was exactly like a Francis Greenway building. It turns out, Francis Greenway a convict architect from the early days of the colony, was the architect of this building. Photo: St Matthews Church, Windsor This is a repost to participate in this week's taphophile tragics .  The original post was about the church but when looking back through past posts that suit the meme I realised the church also has a graveyard.

It is Anzac Day -- for me always a mixture of church-like solemnity and celebration. Photo: St Matthew's Church, Windsor Musing: They read from this Psalm at the Anzac Day dawn service at Gallipoli today Psalm 139 from the Holy Bible English Stardard Version "O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether."

I am getting jealous of my friend who has started a photo a day blog the Sunshine Coast Daily . I miss posting daily like I did for nearly a year for my Blue Mountains Journal -- though I don't need that pressure right now. We have lots of visitors at the moment, with not even a chance to get out wayfaring, so I will post a few pictures from a trip we did to Forster about this time of year. Photo: Boats, Forster Musing: My Pretty Rose Tree by William Blake A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’ And I passed the sweet flower o’er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight."

Photo:Rowing boat, Lane Cove River Anticipating a busy week, we decided to wayfare in the city. A good decision. Sunday, a day of rest before the onslaught. A very good decision. Musing: From the Holy Bible Genesis 2:2-3 New International Version "By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done."

Photo: At Mill Museum, Rockley Musing: From the Holy Bible Matthew 18:5-6 New International Version "And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”

Yep, I’m a total sucker for old junk. Photo: At Mill Museum, Rockley Musing: From Tractor by Ted Hughes "The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale, A spill of molten ice, smoking snow, Pours into its steel. At white heat of numbness it stands In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness. It defied flesh and won't start. Hands are like wounds already Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable As if the toe-nails were all just torn off. I stare at it in hatred.”

You know you are in the country when you can get a picture of a disused dunny, wooden wagon wheel, cement wash tubs and 44 gallon drum sprayed with bullet holes all in the one shot without setting it up. mmmm ... I am still a country girl at heart. Photo: Backyard, Burraga Musing: From Homesickness by Yu Guangzhong, a renowned writer from Taiwan. "In my childhood, Homesickness was a small stamp, I was here, and my mother was over there; When I grew up, Homesickness was a small tomb, With me outside, and my mother inside; But now, Homesickness is a shallow strait, I am on this side, and the mainland is on the other side."