A sunny, breezy, pleasing morning here in the Land of Aus. For me, for now, it’s a quiet CMas morning. I’m alone, on my own for now. No tree or lights or presents or frenetic noise this morn. Gracie and the tribe are in Gizo. I’m tending the farm, gratefully getting some dry weather and catching up on the mowing. Paul and his girls shall arrive here mid-day. My quietude will end then.
So far it is a pleasant, sedate CMas morning. The dogs are happy…
I reflect back on my decades of travel and adventure, and the many places I have ended up, found myself on CMas morning.
Where I am now is a very good place to be found.
Ive got some magnificent steaks I’ll cook for the gang when they arrive. Im not a traditionalist when it comes to CMas dinner… and I live in the land of grass-fed beast. The steaks I buy at the local butcher are as good as it gets. I say such as an Iowa-boy… that dearly appreciates a fine cut of beast.
The sky is a “Simpsons” blue with fluffy white clouds hanging motionless in the air. A gentle breeze rushes the olive tree outside the window. A Crested Dove has a nest in the tree, just kicked 2 nice little Doves out of the nest. She appears to be much happier without the little ones. Noting they are hanging around. The mamma tries hard to ignore them.
The resident Kookaburra is keeping a watchful eye on the ground for anything that edible. It’s not breeding season so Mr Kookaburra is sedate, quiet. He can be very noisy.
And the beat goes on…
Here’s wishing all the very best. Enjoy those near. drink and eat to excess.
More later
The Native Iowan 
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