It’s been a doozy of a week. A week chock full of craziness and mayhem and plain old hard stuff, but we made it through.
We weathered the Head Cold of Death and a sick goat and kangaroos busting holes in the fence for our goats to escape through and a rat infestation and on and on it went. Phew. We are tired, I tell ya, so this afternoon we’re taking heart in gorgeous sunshine, healthy animals, being able to breath again, and something good for dinner. All is well.
Amidst the lunacy of last week, we had some wonderful moments of sheer bliss to keep us going. One of those was Bear’s birthday. It was so fun to get to plan things to spoil and celebrate him, and when I asked him what he wanted to do, his eyes lit up as he declared: “Mud crab sandwiches at the beach!”
Our first stop was the Aratula Cafe and Ice Creamery for brekky. Bear tucked in to steak and eggs with bacon, tomato, and toast, while I had sausage and eggs. We watched people and chatted and sipped coffee until we couldn’t eat another morsel, then got back in the car and headed for the coast.
Is there anything more wonderful than the first glimpse of the ocean after a couple of hours in the car? I never fail to be stunned by the beauty of the Queensland coastline.
My favorite moment was seeing a school of flying fish skittering above the water in a shower of silver light. It was wondrous.