Tempest Fugit my mother always says, boy is she
correct. Time certainly does fly when
you are having fun. Christmas and New
Year came then went in a blur of smiles, beautiful days, hot weather, lots of
friends and laughter. The holidays ended
too soon, we were back to the daily commute from the Lockyer Valley to
Brisbane. It takes on average an hour,
depending on traffic to get from home to the city. The time isn’t wasted though, Brett drives,
we discuss many topics such as the chicken run, home reno ideas, gardening
ideas and of course dinner recipes. On
the drive home the car is filled with talk of our day at work, catching up on
news of friends and anything funny or exciting we think the other should know. Our commute is two hours of time a day that we
are enclosed in a small space, which is ideal for music, talking both serious
and frivolous. I hated the commute at first, what a drag I thought. However as the years have rolled by and we
have become ever more comfortable with both conversing together on all
topics, and those long contented silences which no longer NEED to be filled, I
think I would miss this time together.
This year started off like many others did, moaning about the return to work, days blurring one into another, dreading the arrival of my birthday. As it is the big 30 for me this year we decided to do things a little differently. We booked a beautiful at Monteville, which is one of my favourite places.
This year started off like many others did, moaning about the return to work, days blurring one into another, dreading the arrival of my birthday. As it is the big 30 for me this year we decided to do things a little differently. We booked a beautiful at Monteville, which is one of my favourite places.
Casa al Lago (http://www.montvillerealestate.com.au/property/details/404173926)
is overlooking Lake Baroon and surrounded by beautiful countryside. We booked, then arranged for six of my closest
friends to join us for the Australia Day long weekend. The weeks leading up
were extremely hot, with big blue skies it looked promising. However Friday morning broke with news of
rain and a lot of it for the region. We
decided to take a chance, a little rain never hurt anyone, might mean no
bushwalking, but we can still have fun. Brett and I drove
up Friday afternoon to collect the keys, we were staying on our own Friday
night, we wanted to be there early to settle in. We had plans to explore the town, and maybe
take in a few sights as well. The poor
weather quickly put an end to those thoughts, we were happy however to simply
be away from home staying in a lovely place.
We arrived unpacked then explored the house. Made some lunch and settle on the couch for a
nap after the long drive from home (2.5hrs approx.) When we awoke the mist had
rolled in like a thick foggy curtain. It
was amazing, it had an eerie beauty to it.
We had some wine on the deck, relaxing, watching and
listening to the rain. Waiting for a
break so we could explore the lovely gardens, we had planned ahead remembering to pack our gumboots for stomping though mud.
Twice we ran outside with our boots only to have the rain thick and
heavy poor from the heavens, giggling we sheltered by the carport where hid while looking at
the nearby vegie patch. Back inside we
trudged disappointed with the rain gods for ruining our fun. More wine was called for, and a little more
time. The rain settled into a drizzle,
which was our cue, wine glasses in hand, gumboots on feet we ventured outside
into the gardens. There were many new
citrus trees, raspberries, mango, and herbs everywhere. A grove of enormous Lychee trees, I had no
idea they grew to be so large.
We sloshed through the mud, walked up the side of the
hill to find, many ancient lemon trees, some bearing fruit. These were gnarly, twisted, mostly bare old
trees, rows of them. We walked amongst
them for a minute or two looking, and wondering how old they must be. We made it down the slippery slope to view
the property line down the back, as the rain started to get heavier, the
mist rolled in through the trees once again.
We were starting to get quite wet, so we turned to take shelter under a
rain forest tree with a thick canopy. Holding each other tight, gazing at
the soft beauty of the mist, rain enveloping the fruit trees, and flowers.
Brett turned to look at me, smiled. He said “I’ve been thinking” at which point I
thought uh oh, what does he want to build/make/buy now. He smiled, continued on “it’s about time you married me.” I stood there for a moment, I
gaped at him, thinking what did he say? “What?’’ I asked him. “Will you marry me?” he repeated. I giggled
in disbelief, then in the rain, under a canopy of leaves we kissed. The rain was getting stronger, and Brett
looked at me and said “You didn’t say yes? Was that a no?” I giggled the word
“No....”. “No?” he said looking at me
with a grin. “YES!! I mean yes”I said
smiling uncontrollably. We stood there
for what seemed a lifetime, but must have only been minutes as the rain, wind
and mist grew stronger around us.
We walked back up the hill, went inside to the deck. Brett appeared with a ‘special’ bottle of
wine I had bought a few years ago, and was not so secretly hoarding to drink
when he proposed. Grinning, I wondered how did he pack that into the car
without me noticing! He had planned this all along!
As Brett poured the wine, I rang Mum to surprise her
with our good news, she had the same response as I did “What?!?’’ followed by
laughter and joy. Of course once I had spoken with Mum I had to call my Dad and
Sisters, all of whom congratulated us.
Once that was over we settled in to the serious business of finishing
the wine and having a good night.
Saturday our friends all started arriving, we played
pool, ate, drank and were merry as the rain came down in sheets outside,
obliterating our chances of seeing the stunning views of the lake. We celebrated the night away, it was an
awesome Birthday party. Saturday and
Sunday the rain settled in, the weather was wild and soon we were also without
power, or running water, however we were still to joyous for this to put too much of a
dampener on our fun. We spent the day
playing cards, and pool, and in turn Sunday evening sped by as well. We cooked pizza on the BBQ which turned out to
be amazing, we might even try that again at home one day. As we were without power our mobile phones
died, one by one, we had very little idea about the impending weather
woes. Monday morning bright and early we
left to make the trek home, although the weather hadn’t really let up for the
last three days we needed to be home.
The roads were carpeted in leaves, sticks and debris,
visibility was low. Slowly and carefully
we wound our way down through the mountain, and out onto the Bruce
Highway. The car charger meant we had
Brett’s phone working and I started looking at the news. It seems, we were up in the Blackall Ranges
during one of the worst storms it has seen for decades, and many roads were
being closed. South-East Queensland was
in the middle of storms caused by the tail end of Ex- Cyclone Oswald. The
journey homeward had lots of closed rounds, so we went around the long
way. We arrived safe and sound, let the
cats, chickens, and ducks out to roam around the garden, then turned on the
Tv. I could hardly believe what we were
watching. Queensland was flooding again!!! We never thought it would happen
again. Just like the first time, we were perfectly safe. It was
heartbreaking to know that Laidley was flooding again and worse than last
time. Tuesday we couldn’t get to work as
the roads were flooded or closed. We sat it out, plenty of food this time,
after the 2011 floods I have been careful to stay stocked up on canned food and
flour, pasta etc.
No damage to our place for two floods in a row, that is
pretty good. Luckily Brett was so
adamant that we buy on a hill. So it
seems I will definitely always remember my thirtieth celebrations, Brett
proposed and the heavens wept with joy so much it flooded the country :P
The Chickens Helping Brett unclog the drain |
Ducks enjoying the flood |
Ducks trying to splash me with water :D |
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