Gone Bush

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I am grateful to live close to parks, bush walks, wild western beaches and peaceful eastern coastlines. I often walked with mum. We both found the bush peaceful. She and dad had the most amazing quarter acre section which she laboured in for love. We were surrounded by town houses which meant we had 18 neighbours but we felt like we lived in the middle of a park. Dad would always grizzle about using the mulcher when mum needed a hand when trimming the trees but he always got out there in his gardening gloves and pushed the branches through; stopping every now and again for tea, biscuits and toasted sandwiches. That may be why I always have a sense of calm when close to nature. I find I can breathe out easily, my shoulders relax and things that bother me find their place in the grander scheme of things.

gone bush painting by Kirsty Nixon