At last the weather is cooling down enough to be able to work in the garden. With all the rain this summer it has been hard to keep the garden from overgrowing into a jungle because it has been too hot to work outside.
The pathways were impassable, so.....
with my trusty secateurs I declared war on the jungle.
The slaughtered jungle grew into a big pile....
which had to be moved, so I filled the wheel barrow (looks like a bad hair day)
and I got my daily exercise pushing it up the hill.....
four b........dy times.
Crikey! The garden bag is full....now what?
Just stuff it in (yet another bum cam from Mr B.)
Ah ha now I can see the path and walk through the garden (and lie down and rest my sore back).
When I was little, I remember my Dad put things into his shoes to keep their shape and stretch them. He called them SHOE TREES. I thought that was a funny name for them. One day Bill said to me,.......
"I need something to stretch my shoes." I told him about my Dad and shoe trees. He laughed but we went hunting for shoe trees and actually found some, which Bill uses now. But are they real SHOE TREES??
Some time ago we went to town using the park and ride system, where the stations have big car parks to encourage you to leave your car out of the city and ride on the train. So we checked the train timetable and arrived at Kuraby Station 5 mins before the train should arrive. Not so! Apparently that train has been scrapped from the timetable so we had to kill time for 35 mins. We had our cameras........
...and we started looking around for something to shoot. There was not much about in this old part of the suburb except this little store now a gaudy Real Estate Agency. Then I noticed.........
....a pair of shoes hanging on the wires above the store. After a while I noticed........
...That there were more shoes hanging in the tree next to the store. The more we looked .........
...the more we found. We started counting them and our SHOE TREE kept us amused until......
...our train arrived. How many pairs can you find?
Last weekend we drove to Wivenhoe Dam to meet friends for a picnic. It is about 90 k from here and our friends live about 20k on the other side of the dam.
On the way we passed this traditional old Queensland house.(Originally they were not built in underneath but left open to keep the house cool.)
We were excited to see how much water was in the dam. Over the last five years we had very little rain, a drought in fact. The three dams providing Brisbane and surroundings with water dropped to 15% capacity. We were on very strict water restrictions and the State Govt was worried we would run out of water so they constructed a desalination plant and water recycling facilities. However, at the end of last year it started raining and it has been raining on and off all through summer, like it is supposed to in the sub tropics. The dams are now 98% full. Unfortunately we don't have mountains and melting snow to help fill the dams.
People stopped going to the dams for outings as they were nothing more than mud puddles but Easter weekend saw more people at the dams than ever before. This is just one of many picnic sites. There are also camping areas too. Some dams allow boating but not this one.
We met our mates, Joan and Norm, who had secured a table for us with a view over the park and water.
Joan and Norm are our oldest friends,( not their age), but how long we have known them. Joan and I taught at the same school in Papua/ New Guinea back in 1964. I was single then and I used to babysit for them sometimes. Later when I met Bill, I took him to meet them and I asked their opinion of him. Like, "Do you think he is OK to marry?" They approved and it turns out that they were right. We left P/NG before them but we met up again here in Brisbane in the 70's. Later they took a "tree change" and moved to Esk, a country town, which is turning into an artist's retreat, Joan loves this because she is into weaving and felting.
Not bad weather for Autumn!
After our ham salad lunch, we drove back over the wall and around to the spillway. There are five steel gates 12 metres wide and 16 metres high. The biggest of that kind.
This photo is from the web to show how it looks when the gates are opened,(which is not very often).
Then I tried to get a shot of the earth and rock wall which is 2.3 k long, with the Brisbane Valley Highway running along the top. However I couldn't get far enough away to fit it all in and the damn tree got in the way of the dam wall. The dam holds 2.6 million megalitres.
On our trek around the spillway we saw a gum (eucalyptus) tree in blossom and...
As we came to the end of our walk around the city (see past posts) we passed these interesting sculptures of our national emblem made out of scrap metal in George Street. Then we turned into Queen St Mall.
Brisbane’s Queen Street Mall has long been considered the centre of fashion and retail in Queensland. This vibrant shopping and lifestyle precinct lies at the heart of Brisbane City and is arguably Australia’s most successful pedestrian mall, playing host to over 26 million visitors a year.
The Queen Street Mall offers an unrivalled mix of local, national and international labels and flagship stores. Some 700+ retailers have made their homes here – many enjoy mall and street frontage, others are tucked away inside world-class centres and heritage-listed arcades. (from the web)
The Mall was created in 1982 and extended in 1988, 1999 and re-developed in 2005. In 2003 it was recognised by the International Downtown Association as the worlds best downtown precinct beating some of the world's higher profile cities.
We just missed this aboriginal busker playing his didgeridoo. He is now checking his takings.
When the Mall was developed the historical facades had to be kept but modern stores were built behind them.
The old bank is still operating.
Six nights before the last trams ceased to run in Queen St and Brisbane 1969