How I love the Mary Valley.
I don't know why its called that as there are many hills, and valley's.
Serenity is plentiful, wildlife wanders the roads, and for this month, they feature a Scarecrow Festival.
Our first stop was Amamoor.
Not every farm displayed a scarecrow.
We didn't find them all, but these are the ones we did.
We stopped at a local school hoping they had one...
Nothing was there accept for galahs feeding off the lawn.
Our last stop was at Brooloo.
As a little girl I grew up in a small country community.
This hall brought back the memories of a Saturday night dance.
Everyone went, even the children.
Cakes, sandwiches and drinks were taken by all for supper.
The men went outside and around the back away from the women and children if they wanted to drink alcohol or smoke. Not many did.
Later we all walked the few miles home.
I remember holding onto my sister on one side of me and my mother on the other.
They supported me as I walked with eyes closed and legs moving.
I suppose because I grew up in the country with the outdoor living, I think its the best.