For the first Christmas in a long time, I was organised early. Sadly, it may just have had something to do with the fact that this year, our table was only for two.
On Christmas Eve morning my husband suggested we go out for coffee. He chose a cafe at a nursery, in a rural setting. We had driven passed many a time over the years of transporting our boys to soccer/football games.
We will be returning!
The forecast for a cool Christmas day was not good.The weathermen actually got it right and at 9am we watched the mercury quickly rise to 32C. Even my little snowman couldn't make me feel cool, with the humidity also rising.
By midday, the temperature had reached 38C. The air con was working hard, as I cooked the traditional hot lunch of beef and yorkshire pudding for my English husband. He came to Australia in 1975.
Our very successful flambe of the christmas pudding. The recipe was given to me by one of Frank's Irish aunts, when we visited on our first Christmas together, 37 years ago.
Look what Santa left in the garden.
Just as well it is the holiday season, as this jigsaw has become an obsession to finish.
Day 1 effort.
This week has been the week of thunderstorms, the first hitting about 7 pm Christmas evening and dumping 2 inches / 50mm in just half an hour and rapidly cooling the air. The change didn't stay long.
These photos are of another storm 2 days later, when another inch or 25 mm were dumped in the same time period.
Walking each morning is hot sweaty work, even starting between 5.30 and 6 am. The street walking at this hour is quite pleasant, with little traffic and the latter part of my 8 kms, beside a creek with lovely views across the valley. The marked green trail is for cooler weather, climbing up and walking along a high ridge.
This creek rarely flows, but is happily gurgling after the storm.
New Year's Eve walk.
Crocus's looking splendid beside the road. I'm sure the rain has had something to do with their abundance in this very rocky ground.
Lots of mushrooms to be seen.
Cheerful pink and yellow alamanda shrubs.
The view of the Albert River and Windaroo Golf Club.
Again, looking across the Albert River, to cattle grazing and the early morning low cloud on the distant Tamborine Mountain.
How Aussie is this view, with our flag and a red flowering eucalyptus?
Our plan for this afternoon was to drive to a lookout, with a view west over Brisbane, to view the final sunset of 2017. Alas, it's summer and the radar heralded another storm approaching. A quiet evening is now being spent at home.
So as 2018 dawns, I wish you a happy, healthy 2018, but more importantly a peaceful world to live in.