On a clear and cold June day, I turned another year older and celebrated my birthday day with a bushwalk in a forest not far from home. With the sun high in Winter's blue sky, we rugged up in several layers against a chilly and brisk wind and set off to picnic in the Samford Conservation Park. Our picnic spot, in a red ironbark forest, is just over the ridge from our place.
To add something warm and nourishing to our packed picnic lunch, we drove the 'long way round' and stopped in at a local bakery, in the Samford Village, for pies. Mine was fresh and hot from the oven and filled with lentils, tomato, onion and zucchini. Along with the sweet strawberries and other goodies we'd packed, it made for a simple and warming lunch.
At our quiet picnic spot, we chose a table under the trees from where we could hear the whip birds calling and watch the kookaburras perched upon their branches. This fellow kept a keen eye on us as we ate our lunch and we left him in charge of our picnic basket when we headed off on our bushwalk.
Along the winding, rocky track we took, the ground was carpeted with fallen eucalyptus leaves. Either side of the track grow the forest's trees, so many being straight and tall and thin like matchsticks in comparison to the older specimens among them with their thicker trunks and their rough and deeply furrowed bark. These are the ironbarks after which the gully we looped around is named.
Two trunks in the forest.
Being Winter, there were very few native flowers in bloom but the forest's foliage, shaded in a myriad of gorgeous greens, was beautiful against a backdrop of barks.
The green of a young grass tree.
Spending time in the forest, with the high blue sky above, the ground firmly underfoot and tall trees all around, felt the perfect way to spend some of my day.
Meg