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A Morning Out

I was off in search of concrete cleaner today and decided to visit the Bunnings at Caloundra so I could swing by the beach and take in the view.
 This is Pumicestone Passage at Golden Beach, Caloundra.  The land in the distance is the top end of Bribie Island.
 It was so still and perfect today.  A very gentle breeze and the temperature in the shade was just perfect.
 I remember a huge container ship - the Anro Asia - running aground on the end of Bribie when we were kids.  Mum and Dad took us down to Caloundra to see it while eating a treat of fish and chips from Bullcock Beach.  It seemed that half of our hinterland community had the same idea that night and I remember playing with many of our school mates on the beach with a giant ship just off shore.
 I wandered along through the parks for awile and then sat in the shade of a tree just watching the world go by for awhile.  I could have stayed all day but unfortunately had to make tracks to the hardware - which was crazy busy I have to say.  Insane!
I saw an outdoor bench that I liked.  It was very comfy and made from Eucalyptus.  It's in my mental wish list for the verandah area I've cleaned up....or maybe the front verandah...
I came home with some lovely pink dahlias.  I have some deep maroon dahlias that have been thriving in my garden and I've been delighted by their prolific flowering, so I decided to add a new colour.  Hopefully they'll be as happy in the garden.
Staying on track with my efforts to do something creative each day.  Today I added colour to the little drawings I did yesterday.  I'm thinking ahead to what I want to do tomorrow and I'm hoping I have time to do involves paint.  My time is rather full tomorrow with my meditation group and then I tutor in the afternoon.  I suppose I can paint small to match my time restraints.


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