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Wordless Wednesday Photos taken at Bruno's Art & Sculpture Gardens, Marysville If you would like to know more information on Marysville you can read it here Linking with thanks to Sue At image-in-ing Wordless Wednesday with Mary Denman :

Feb 7th, 2009 is known as Black Saturday. It was the day of the worst bushfires in Australian history.  A day when 173 people lost their lives. In the small town of Marysville,  a wildfire took the lives of 34 people  and destroyed over 95% of the town's buildings. Marysville was one of five towns that completely burned down. Message to Marysville: Beauty from the Ashes quilt Six years on, I am standing admiring a beautiful quilt in the Marysville's Tourist Information Centre. The quilt has 131 patches donated to the community by people all over Australia to show they care and to encourage them in the long road to recovery.  Beauty from the Ashes Quilt Black Saturday was a day Victorians will never forget.  Our Melbourne day started normally. The kids were back to their first full week at school after the long summer holidays. We'd had an unprecedented hot spell, and because of the predicted extreme heat, school Saturday sport was can...

I love an Aussie Christmas at the beach It’s a relaxed, no fuss and bother affair. Well normally… Danger! It's Christmas! We're unusual,  we clear out of the city for the beach on Christmas Eve, most of our friends stay in town for Christmas lunch with family, but for us, with our broader family overseas, it's a lovely escape. We go to the Mornington Peninsula,  one hour out of Melbourne.  By Boxing Day this place will be heaving. Melbourne-by-the-sea they call it; finding a car park will be tricky,  and we'll bump into more friends here on the Blairgowrie dog beach,  than we will on any walk in the park back home! Our Rye beach house is in neighbourhood with mostly permanent homes. It's become our Christmas Eve tradition, to take a quick stroll  around the block. We like to check out any local building developments  and to admire the local decorations.  Or maybe not.  Perhaps in our dreams,  no one re...