Mother's Day

As Sundays seem to be our day to 'discover Tasmania', Mother's Day took a 'back seat' to the well-thumbed map book. This time we headed west to Mt. Field National Park. I'd already been there on a 'moms' weekend in April and wanted to go back to explore a bit with Martin and the kids. The drive took about 1.5 hours and it was spectacular: rolling hills through farmland and majestic gum trees coupled with brilliant fall colours; roadside stands selling bunches of hand-tended and -picked late summer blooms to travellers enroute to 'Mom's place'; the oft-heard cries of the children "How much further is it?" Ah yes, another blissful family outing!
When we did finally arrive at the park we spent about 2 hours walking along some very easy trails through lush, moist woods. Russell Falls is nothing so grand as Niagara Falls but very, very pretty nonetheless. We went through a section called the 'tall trees walk' where the gum trees stretch skyward to dizzying heights.
And fungi . . . well, the kids were pretty patient with me while I exercised my Mother's Day right-to-photograph-yet-another-mushroom. Maybe that's why the 30 minute walk took two hours . . .














We had a lovely day out and as we came into Hobart, Patrick spotted the harvest moon just rising over the city. My picture doesn't do it justice but it was the perfect ending to a perfect day.