My mother lives not far from the city on a fairly large block of land. Before I left for Italy I wandered around her garden with my camera. She has some amazing plants, mostly bromeliads. My brother grows them in a hot house and I find them fascinating.
There is a large lagoon and birds like to make their home nearby.
When my father was alive he fed a large flock of wild ducks that would follow him around every afternoon. Jabirus and other wild birds occasionally made an appearance. Dad loved them and he felt it made up for his duck shooting days in his youth.
It is hard to believe the house is only 20 minutes from Brisbane city centre.
My sister sent me this photo of Dad in his favourite place…in his golf buggy in his garden. He mowed a 3 hole golf course in his, and 2 of the neighbours’ back yards. This was his idea of heaven.
Dad took up golf quite late in life, but he was very good at it and once hit a ball further than Greg Norman. Wherever he is now, I hope he has a golf club in his hand.