Friends of the Friends
It’s 5.32am and i’ve been up since 11.30pm with baby Dora – nourished by beesting pastries left by our kindly agent from Elders. It’s a funny, lovely surreal time. The whole family is sleeping in different patterns, we are charged up and inspired and “ticking things off the list” at a rate of knots. The farm is a great green explosion, warm rains continue and it only takes a minute or two to watch the grass grow under our feet. Our fondness for analysis is also in overdrive, and we question what we are doing and why we are doing it. In all the “business” we are feeling the need to protect family time and to make time for the things that nourish spirituality. We don’t go to church, but once a month or so, meeting with the Friends of Murray Mountains feels like church. It’s a chance to connect with the land and connect with people who feel similarly. Part working bee, part meeting, part social gathering it’s so much more relaxing than the other room-bound community meetings – you can take a walk, plant a shrub, collect seeds, fortify the tree guards (our last lot were too new and people stole them), or just watch the billy boil on the fire. James, as he usually does, raised a few tangents at the last meeting. Why not plant edible native plants? (Because it’s illegal to pick anything from the park) Why not build a canoe and visit the Friends of Woomargama State Park across river? (The president has a large Canadian canoe but its full of holes). Last week, we were invited across to Woomargama. I would have loved to have gone, but it was a long way from baby land. Something to look forward to.