Saturday and Sunday, November 7 and 8

On our way to the Saturday morning market we wandered through Margaret River’s organic flower garden. Operated by community volunteers paths meander through “rooms” with benches and painted chairs, quotes, bees on the fragrant colourful blossoms and Tibetan prayer flags at the furthermost section. A potting shed and small building for toddler play groups were hidden in amongst the trees. What a nourishing space!

We found Gordo, the winemaker whose wine we had so enjoyed and after a long conversation – one of the joys of farmers markets is chatting with the producer – he lived in New Jersey and recognized our Canadian accents – we came away with wine for dinner.

The Cowaramup Brewery sits on a hill overlooking the man-made (sorry, I know this should be human-made or other non-gender specific term but the right word escapes me) pond. We are enjoying an IPA for Geoff and a fine ginger beer for me. Beyond the pond hay bales dot the fields with tall, elegant gum trees ringing the field. Children are playing next to the restaurant area. A breeze cools us even as the sun warms us. We are so very blessed to be here.

Church on Sunday was the same place where I’d attended a mid-week service 10 days ago and I felt as if I were a long lost relative welcomed home again. The pews were filled with the 20+ parishioners, one singing alto harmony. I felt as if Mary, the presider and I were kindred spirits unfortunately separated by too many miles.

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