Sunday Drive

                                              MY COUNTRY
                                             A poem by Dorothea Mackellar

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft dim skies,
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

Boo was sick for several days and was tired of being cooped up in the house. I didn't want to inflict him on the general public, so I strapped him in his carseat. As I was driving, I was reminded why I love Australia so much.