Friday, September 12, 2008

Dads and Daffodils

Last Sunday we went out to Dad's for Father's Day. This time of year is absolutely beautiful there as in one of his paddocks are growing heaps and heaps of wild daffodils. We sit at the summer house and look out over the daffodils and listen to the birds of the bush and no hint of city madness - just kid madness. One of Dad's trees in the paddock is 204 yrs old. His property is the site of the first northern settlement in Tasmania and I love how steeped in history it is.

Dad has all these maps and pictures of the town planning back then and all the cottages that were set up on his property to service the little township of Yorktown. I often stand in the breeze in the paddock and imagine the convicts working away and the settlers far away from home setting up a new life in this unforgiving land. Sounds corny I know but because I love history anyway, I think it is a real treat that my Dad owns this land and has hold of a part of history in his hand. Every now and again the Historical Society (Hysterical Society Dad calls them) like to come out and want to stick their nose in but I get my love of history from my Dad and I know he treasures very much the bygones of his land and would never do anything that detracted from its historical significance.





4 comments:

The Kings said...

I almost missed this post as it was way down my blogroll as you must have started it a while before you posted it. The daffodils are soooo beautiful!!

Wheeler Team said...

Cool! I like what you have written about it all, my thoughts exactly. Great shots too!

Paige said...

I love the field of daffodils! How is your pregnancy going? I'm doing quite well-not feeling quite as old as I was feeling a few months ago. Trying to get lots of projects done before the baby comes.

Simone Triffitt said...

Hi Paige, yeah I have a pre-baby to do list with all the projects I want to get done too. I have just started the having to roll out of bed to get up - so elegant looking. :)