1.Autumn Silage – The neighbours said we’d be baling up water out of the lucerne paddock and that we were a bloody waste of the contractor’s time.
The fourth crop of lucerne silage was saved a couple of weeks back. We had a couple of sunny days between rains…in this amazing mild season it’s growing back very nicely.
2.Our number one daughter – The IVF clinic reckoned my eggs weren’t worth harvesting. Thank god for the homeopathic auntie who reminded us to hold onto a story of our choice. And the friends mother who said “If you can bear the losses you can play the odds.”
James often reminds me to trust, but even he was nervous about Dora’s first bath. So much of of one element, so little of her. i felt something similar when I sat with her in front of a blazing fireplace. She loved the bath and so did her Dad.
3.Marrying each other – In my late thirties I told a woman that I had just about given up hope of finding a husband and children. She snorted in my face and said: “Well hello, you live in the middle of nowhere and there’s no-one even on the horizon. Time to wake up to the facts.”
She suggested dove grey. We went with warm white and crimson.
4.Carrying a child with a risk of heart defect – Thank god for the limitations of scanning technology. Yes there was surgery but yes, we have Joe.
We have a big camp out on the Australia Day long weekend. Mud is always a part of it. Joe is first on left. he’s playing his second season of football this year.
5.Living happily in the big house – It’s cold, it’s run down and yes, last winter I moved out to a cottage with a gas heater. But the lads were here today with the underfloor insulation and we have the fires burning to tickle up that thermal mass and the sense of dread that I used to get in autumn has been superseded by joy at the autumn blaze.
You say leaf blower, i say permaculutre,
James went to see Arnie Schwarzeneger last year. Not something he’d normally do, but there were extenuating circumstances. The secrets to Arnie’s success – work like crazy, have a goal, don’t listen to naysayers. It seems the art of identifying the difference between a naysayer and a soothsayer is skill that improves with age. Likewise, the ability to identify the sticky, pesky things known as “other people’s issues”. I’ve had some pretty deep chats with my mum over the past week, and we talked about how many people in our family are “on-the-spectrum”. People who are highly intelligent, super sensitive and not particularly considerate. We wondered if this high intelligence lead to a bit of a super ego state, with a world view that says: “Everything that is done in the world is my fault and and everything people do is done to me”. Whilst it may be a shot in the dark towards the unity of life the universe and everything, and a Jesus-like sense of suffering the sins of all for the good of all, it also makes “people like us” kind of tricky to get along with. Beware the victim states my friends. I’ve had some extreme lurches on this little new baby roller coaster…deep thinking as little Dora Bella practises the art of deep drinking. Mother and Baby doing well.
We think this may be the site of the Burrowye pub. It is also where elders from Aracun in Cape York performed a cool fire burn. Vegetation seems different there now….The bright green paddock is the one we call The Ridge – steep, wooded in parts, mined with wombat holes, and shaped so that the cattle can double back at the drop of a hat, mustering that one is always fun.