Springtime in theHeart (of Rowville)

Within walking distance from our house is the Churchill National Park. I don't walk there as much as I should because there are no dogs allowed, and "Monty" is a dog.



Today I "snuck" out on Monty, toiled my way through the park to the top NE gate which opens out into the Lysterfield park area. It was there I discovered the "Woodland Walk". I walked along there for about a Kilometer until the track turned left and disappeared down a steep gully. I stopped, I'd been caught before, what goes down just has to come up again. Like New Guinea!



The log (above) looked good, even though it teetered a little as I sat on it.
I opened my sandwich, poured out my milk coffee and enjoyed the sun on my back and the sweet silence of the Australian bush. I thought to myself, "it doesn't get much better than this"
After my repast I thought to open a little New Testament I had with me, thinking to myself, "God might have something to say to me"
I was reading in The Acts of the Apostles, where an angel had led Peter out of a prison and he found himself knocking on the door of a house where people had gathered to pray for his release, and they didn't let him in because they wouldn't believe the girl who was telling them that Peter was at the front door, what a laugh!
Suddenly the silence of the bush was shattered by the bounding of about a dozen kangaroos, a few of them half grown, some went by close on my left and others on my right, one even went by on my right about two metres away and at shoulder height.
I was surprised to remember afterwards that my loud response at the time was "Hooley Dooley".




I went back to the book God has out, and after a while I was aware that there was an unusual buzzing of bees. I walked over to investigate, keeping a safe distance from
source of the buzzing, I saw that hundreds of bees were going in and coming out of the hole in a dead tree pictured above. This reminded me of some of our exploits in the early days in the Mallee robbing beehives which were not always successful, but always hilarious,in retrospect.We didn't always use smoke!



After reading a little longer, I looked up and noticed several ears sticking up above the grassy edge about 30 metres away. Each pair of ears had two very curious eyes underneath them, and that was all that was showing. It looked quite comical.
One older chap took the opportunity to sneak around the side of me for a closer look but by the time I got my camera on him he was merging into the bush.



As I began to walk back I plugged in a tiny radio that I had taken along.
Australian Aboriginal people were speaking on this program about the land being their land in spite of the fact of the boat people that came along in recent days and changed nearly everything.
As they spoke I could only wonder at the spiritual aspect that permeated all there understanding.
The boat people that came now think they own the place, and as for their spirituality or lack thereof, they get terribly agitated even if they think
that it might be mentioned in schools that there is the possibility of intelligent design in the creation.
Oh dear me, did I say creation?, I think even might upset many of them.




Spring Time is great, especially Spring Time in the heart