Life - Boxing Day at Mount Tamborine


A day is never better spent than when spent at Mount Tamborine in the presence of my beautiful Aunt. We were there again today to see cousins Astrid and Chris before they head home to Townsville, and it reminded me that I needed to write this post.

For many years now we have gone to my Aunt & Uncle's property at Mount Tamborine on Boxing Day. A majority of the day has always been spent drinking tea, eating Christmas leftovers and playing hide and seek.  This Boxing Day was a bit different, with the welcoming of Cath's new family, as well as the lack of a particular special Tamborine presence.

This year we set up tables beneath the old fig tree, and  is so large that its branches seem to reach over 10 metres up into the sky  and sway like arms waving hello as we arrive. With an eclectic mix of seating with gathered chairs from the kitchen, porch and shed, we ate, opened gifts and lounged around the table for most of the afternoon,

I always wish days on the mountain would never end.