Joining in with Yay for Home today!
1. The grass isn't always greener. Sometimes I wish I was someone else, or something other, or part of the gang, or perhaps better at self promotion. And then I take a good hard look at the absolute blessings around me and I think: bugger the big picture. This, right now, is wonderful.
3. Sometimes time stands still.
But the fittest that survive tend to go a bit nuts with relief:
5. I am so not ready for her to walk. So not ready.
6. Sometimes an after dinner walk is exactly what everyone needs...
7. After the rain, the sun comes out.
In a short time we've become very fond of our neighbours. They're lovely.
And as a special treat, one of the four legged kind had babies two days ago.
So we took cookies for our friend the farmer, and took another neighbour and trooped off down the road today to welcome them to the neighbourhood (er, however short their stay... they're looking for homes. And see their Mum? These pigs grow BIG.)
we collected some (other) neighbours dogs...
we stomped on cow poo (as you do)
chatted to other new arrivals
then had a cuddle with the cutest wee little piglets on the planet
and, again, we thanked our lucky stars we landed here.
.. playing identify-the-citrus-tree. (Or we were, until my lovely new neighbour sheepishly admitted that because this place had been vacant for so long, she'd been nicking the fruit off the trees and knew every tree, in every fruiting phase!)
.. clarifying that all the world's a stage, er, septic tank.
.. sitting up!
What's going on over your way?
I'll be honest, as my little USB modem whirred to life for the first time this afternoon, I felt the relief of a junkie getting a hit. I didn't realize how plugged in I was until I was totally unplugged. I don't like it. I like the idea of meditating on a hilltop, but in reality I would suck at it.
I'm a wired-up girl.
And am now a happy one, plugged in, online.
AND IN THE COUNTRY!!!!
*Long deep exhalation of breath*
No, the move wasn't smooth. The removalists needed an extra truck and the house we moved into was in a direly dirty state, and THAT from someone with a significantly low grime-odometer. But we're in the process of unpacking and getting the hang of the place, and honestly, we're thrilled to pieces.
This, above, is my back gate.
We have neighbours, and they are delightful. Again? Could we be that lucky?
It's all very exciting.
And now: cupcakes. First baking foray with this oven. Tilly's going to a birthday party for a little girl down the road tomorrow. Let's go see how this oven works, shall we?
So much so that it's weird I meandered into a corporate job for quite so long.
I love his water cooler...
and his co-workers...
and his team building events.
Er, for the record, Tilly dressed herself in that stackhat, perhaps in light of her Grandfather's car racing history and her optimism towards speed.
Love hanging out with my Dad.
All photos today by Ad.
A last minute bolt. Our favourite, favourite rabbit hole.
Where else can you
:: ride your bike in your jarmies?
:: run through the garden and pick up the fallen lemons...
... and thrown the rotten ones...
...over the fence? (This one)
:: Where else would we be spending the afternoon having a stack of fun exploring out the back?
:: Only here, this place, on the hill and in the paddocks I grew up in.
And everything's good.
What do you do when you live in the city and wish for a moment you were in the middle of the bush?
You go find a park.
And under the orders of the captain:
You build a make-shift shelter:
You navigate the rising river:
You collect firewood:
We did. First overnight stay away with new baby: at Mum and Dad's so not really pushing the boat out I s'pose. Totally, totally lovely.
What's not to adore about the farm?
:: Mum and Dad's tradition of putting out your particular family flag when you come? This is ours. My sisters and brother have theirs too. Christmas time was flag central. I love our flag.
:: The chance to hug trees that I've hugged since I was knee-high?
:: Hanging out in beloved violet patches that have been growing on the front driveway for about 150 years?
:: Enjoying those two smallies of mine as they play, utterly fascinated, with Mum's music box collection?
:: Enjoying the garden?
:: Playing hide and seek with Gran?
:: And if all that wasn't enough to love, Dad grows coffee. Great coffee. Hand harvested, processed and roasted on the farm. And now has an awesome new espresso machine.
One of my sisters had an owl just like this one forever when we were little. Owlie. Very special. My other sister found this exact replica years later and thoughtfully bought it, I think just before Owlie was about to travel overseas on an adventure possibly likely to spell the end of his stuffing at the bottom of a backpack.
I'm not sure, but I think the original Owlie did the travelling anyway.
And this one stayed behind to be loved up by nieces of the future.
(Pics taken on my iPhone. Adam had the camera out the back of the hill, as you know.)