It's now a little more than 24 hours since I returned from my trip to Australia, where I helped my grandfather celebrate his 100th birthday. To mark the occasion, I am sharing some reflections on the place where I spent the last two weeks.
There's a lot to be said...There's a lot to be said for a place with endless skies, where clouds bring little chance of rain.
There's something to be said about coming 'home' again.
Home is a little country town, where shops close at noon on Saturdays.
Home is the kind of place where even strangers greet you with a nod,
and a heartfelt "G'day."
It is a place where no one hesitates to help, when you need a hand.
That type of cooperation is essential on the land.
It is a place where kangaroos go bounding through the hills; a place of frosty morns and winter evening chills.
It's a place where my heart remains, when I'm ten thousand miles away.
It's a place I always hate to leave... but have no doubt about it; I'll be back again some day.
Until next time, "That's life..."