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Back in Tassie Again

After a glorious northern hemisphere summer spent at my Whidbey island home, I have arrived back to a green, lush Tasmania that is buzzing with anticipation of a tourist season that promises to be one of the best ever.

The secret is out; the one we have been telling people about in the USA for the past 25 years. Mainlander Aussies (and people from all over the world) have found out that Tasmania is the place to visit, especially in the summer. While they are burning up in the scorching desert heat west of the great dividing range, or sweltering through a tropical summer in northern Queensland, Tasmanians will be experiencing one of our uniquely refreshing summers – mild, sunny and dry for the most part, with every other possible combination of weather added in, but rarely the sweltering heat of mainland Australia.

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It’s lovely to be home, with the fresh smell of eucalyptus forest in my back yard, the wallabies hopping away from the lights of my car when I arrive home after dark, and kookaburras laughing raucously at the sight of me hanging out the washing, as if they get the joke - that just because the sun is shining at this moment, it’ll probably be pissing with rain 10 minutes from now!

We drove out to our family's bush property about an hour from Hobart yesterday and the sun stayed with us most of the day. The daffodils were still out, an incongruous sight in a bushland that feels like it’s hundreds of miles from anywhere, and I was reminded again of why I love this place so much – it is the silence. Apart from the wind and the occasional call of native birds, the overwhelming feeling is one of peace and stillness – an undeniable call to pay attention to the natural world that is so often forgotten when one’s head is buried in a mobile device.

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Now I’m back in my office with the view of the city and harbor in the distance that will soon be bustling with waterfront festivals and the arrival of a record number of cruise ships. The ferocious winds blowing down from kunanyi / Mt Wellington and the sulphur-crested cockatoos in the morning are a more noisy reminder of Nature’s presence in this wild and wonderful island place.

It’s good to be home.

Cheers,

Rosie

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