Sunday, April 26, 2009

A trip to the blue mittens

I just love the colour combination that Autumn delivers. That wind scrubbed blue sky and the selection of reds, oranges, yellows and purples spattered, torn and flying across it. It gets me every year.

So before all the autumn colour becomes mulch a trip to the Blue Mountains is in order.

Brunch at "il postino's" at Wentworth falls.

The wind really had it's teeth out: very pretty (for the choreography of leaves and tousling of hair) and invigorating but by the end of the day fingers and noses definitely needed the mug of tea (even though it was delivered in separate parts; hot water, tea bag, milk) and fruit pie on the way back via Bilpin.
Dougie rugged up so much once we got out of the van at Tomah that his eyes and eyebrows were the only clue that there actually was a person animating the pile of polar fleece and knit admiring the Proteas at Mount Tomah Botanic Gardens.

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