The Subtle Evenings of Spring
I rather enjoy this time of the year, with its slow progression towards summer, yet without extreme heat and the millions of flies have not yet descended about us. And discussing politics and religion with friends around the campfire in the astonishingly balming evenings is a wonderful experience.
Travelling from Nyroca to Port Lincoln several times a week, passing by Big Swamp, is always a treat, and momentarily glancing from left to right across the causeway the other day I noticed a bevy of swans gathered together in what appeared to be an apparent business meeting of some sort. And the tiny birds I wondered, were they the ones that migrate each year from the northern hemisphere?The great rains that fell (in patches) over the Lower Eyre Peninsula in the last couple of weeks, with 48ml at Nyroca, has been a wonderful fillip to our natural environment.
There is the great redgum next to my cottage, named ‘The Spirit of Endurance’ (with apologies to the famous tree in the Flinders Ranges). I joke with visitors that it is so old that Edward John Eyre camped beneath it in the1850s. But with the recent rains it has taken on a renewed vibrancy.
Grass cutting has taken on some urgency with the imminent fire season approaching, and as the years go by the grass seems to be thicker and longer, and as a consequence the task takes on a more formidable role in the yearly calendar of must do jobs.
As the wandering grey nomads leave the beaches of the northern parts of our great land, and head south, so do some stop at Nyroca for a night or two. Just in the last few days several family groups have stayed over and the children experienced the joy of bottle feeding lambs and collecting eggs from the poultry shed. These experiences are for many children the first time they have shared such rustic pursuits, and modern day city children mostly don’t have an uncle on a farm anymore.
Last Saturday evening I had the pleasure of attending the retirement dinner for the Rev. Peter Linn, who for the last eight years has served the people of Port Lincoln and beyond in his capacity as Anglican priest. He is a man who wears many coats and has served the nation as a military padre in the Middle East, president of the local RSL branch, and a myriad of church related committees and functions – all served with distinction.