Easter came, Easter went. I had grand plans for some sort of Easter related blogging, bunny biscuits, a round up of our blossom’s first Easter…but y’know, actually doing the ‘stuff’ rather than taking the photos, uploading the photos, writing about the ‘stuff’ was a better option. Blogging can be a bit like that, living in a virtual bubble. I decided to stop looking at a weekend as a blog post. Huh…novel. So, I’ve been absent for good reason. For Easter we bounced between Matt’s family at Inverloch, my mum’s here, cousins galore, far too many hot cross buns consumed, a fire down the creek, the usual fare…
We’ve now been in our little ol’ farmhouse for a full year, almost longer than our first stint here in 2010-2011. Of course, now I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Grandi is a two minute drive away, Grandad pops by often and I work in the family business office when and where I’m needed. Matt’s parents are a 50 minute drive away down to the beach, cousin Chloe visits on Spider the wonder pony, Eleanor watches the potato harvester on a nearby hill and waves to the ‘baa-baa’s’ out her bedroom window. It feels like home. I guess because (at last) it is.
Plans are afoot for the Magnificent Brindabella Veggie Garden at last (caps required). If you squint and tilt your head slightly you can see it: three raised beds over near the chook pen. Berries and beetroots and silverbeet and tomatoes and capsicum and strawberries and carrots. Actually, I’ve never had much luck with carrots… I’m planning on growing corn and pumpkins and rambling things over behind the chooks. We’ve got a little grapevine growing there to make it’s way over the chookies to give them some shade, and plan to make a little opening for them to free range into the paddock. The raised beds we plan to have tin sides, we’ve been scavenging random tin around the farm in preparation. Now who wants to dig the holes to begin? Errr…not me.
A few weeks ago I got back on the horse…this mama went back to work! For REAL. My ‘real’ job, you know, taking photos? I shot my first wedding since having Eleanor, and let me tell you, 9 months post-partum sure beats 34 weeks pregnant on a concrete floor reception venue all night – ha! It was like riding a bike. And other such cliches.
What’s going on in your world?
Stepping out of the virtual bubble and into real life?
Yeah, me too.
Anne@Grit and Giggles says
My step dad has a massive vege garden and grows a bit of everything. Tip: carrots don’t like much fertiliser and need to be made to hunt for their food to grow down. We only have a small garden but we give it a go. At the moment, snowpeas, sugarsnaps, beans, tomatoes and that kind of thing are growing (finally after 2years of mucking around). Good luck with your garden plans.
I love the first pic, looks idyllic with a nice big fire under those huge gums.
Prue Cowley says
Haha yep, I know what you mean. I’ve been taking photos of Joan for my own enjoyment instead of thinking about how to piece them together for a blog post.
Also, how good is it to catch up with friends/family and just enjoy the company instead of spending half the day composing carefully styled shots? Novel! Relaxing!
Emma says
Ya-huh! I get it.
Ali says
I’ve very much done the same since Easter, well at least the last week anyway! Between a full time job, volunteer work, house hunting, freelance work and crossfit I DO NOT have time to blog lately. and that’s fine!
Ah the vegie garden π I can just see it there…. π
susan says
Life is definitely for living – blogs can wait.
How lovely for you that you are so happy in your home. I just read that the reason we’re here is to love, be loved and be happy!
BabyMacBeth says
Gorgeous as ever x
Jo @Countrylifeexperiment says
Have you got a tractor to dig up the vege beds? Our tractor was used to dig them up initially. Possibly overkill, but C will use a tractor any time he can!
Emma says
Yes that was initial thought as it’s easiest, but of course I want to make life difficult and build raised beds π