Over the weekend all of my siblings descended on my brother’s home – new to his family, but very familiar to us all as our grandparents family home here on the farm where we all grew up. We ate burgers, drank champagne, downed oysters for Dad’s day and let off firecrackers at half time of the footy*. The kids spent all weekend in their tree house, the same tree my sister and I would spend hours climbing, and Eleanor was just as always – taking it all in, being our placid little blossom amongst her doting big cousins.
Sometimes we probably take for granted this view which is so familiar to us, but truly quite extraordinary…
Once again, thanking our lucky stars we’re no longer living 12 hours west, far from this place and these people.
*We’re not talking about the football in this household. One disappointed Bombers fan, one shattered die hard Tigers supporter and one sad little Tiger cub.