We are in the death grip of winter down here, and while I am grateful that there is no snow on the ground (there was frost this week in some local areas) and it is not 104°F like I heard it was back in Utah last week, it is cold here. And it is damp. That’s the worst of it. The damp breeds mold, which even after obtaining a dehumidifier I’m still cleaning off the ceilings and walls. Apparently wicker is extra susceptible to mold. I didn’t know this. I do now, and have had to dispose of a favored straw tote, three perfectly good wicker baskets that I used for organizing my art and craft supplies, plus a large wicker clothes hamper. I discovered them all yesterday looking like something forgotten in the nether regions of the refrigerator.
As the sky threatens more rain, I’m choosing to remember a warmer, sunnier day when we journeyed south to Bundeena. Come on; let’s go!
We walked through the village, skipping the Sunday Art Trail this time around, on our way to the beach and coastal walk. Along the way, we discovered this poinsettia tree. Can you imagine those potted Christmas-time plants you buy getting this big? I was always lucky if the leaves would even stay on.
We made our way to the point of Jibbon Head that looks out to sea. Gazing out in the distance, I saw a patch of water that was behaving differently than the water around it. Then I realized it was a whale tail! Soon after we saw spouts. Our first and only whale spotting was a spiritual experience for me.
[An aside – we went on a whale watching cruise a couple weeks ago. It was a rainy, stormy day, but the boat was going out anyway, and we were game. We didn’t see a single whale, but we did have a whale of a roller coaster ride in that boat, riding up and down the waves! Some people didn’t enjoy the ride quite so much. The cruise company gave us vouchers to return again in hopes of seeing whales. We’re going to try again this Friday. ]
As the sun set on a beautiful day, we made our way back to the ferry. While on the ride back, we were discussing options for eating dinner in Cronulla or back in Balmain. A woman sitting beside us said, “oh we’re going to dinner in Cronulla; come with us!” Australians are just so cool.