I’m reminded of the differences between home and Australia daily. No huntsmen spiders or tiger snakes is one of them. Instead, I hear coyotes howling when I am in the hot tub and wonder what their plans are. The night sky is different. Orion is not a saucepan but is once again a sword bearing hunter. We no longer look for the Southern Cross and the pointers to find south but use the Big Dipper as a guide to the North Star. During the day, I have to remind myself that the sun comes from the south, no longer from the north. I still don’t even know how the toilets flush here or there. We’re trying to extend our healthy eating habits by investing in a local Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) where we can get organic vegetables, meat and dairy products.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a walk with friends on a trail (not a track) led by naturalists on the Champlain Area Trail System (CATS). When we stopped chatting long enough to listen, we had lots of sites, plants and birds pointed out along the way. Here’s a red bird. It’s not a Beautiful Fire Tail or a European Goldfinch, or a Black Swan. It’s a Scarlet Tanager. It flew around the branches over our heads and belted out a beautiful song.
Many wildflowers were pointed out along the way as they began to bud but their names elude me. These were pretty yellow flowers.