Thank you.

I've been a bit down recently over a spate of bad news.

Firstly, I had two deaths in the family in quick succession.

One was on The Groom's side, the other on mine.

My great-uncle's death really saddened me more, obviously.


Uncle Peter was my model of what a farmer ought to be.


I have fond memories of my great-uncle and great-aunty's house and farm and visiting as a child.


Milking the cows, riding in the tractor, pushing hay off the trailer, sitting in the smokey kitchen in front of the wood fire with my sock covered feet aimed toward the warmth.  Laughing at my sister getting zapped by the electric fence when I told her with the straightest of faces it wasn't turned on!

Secondly, my beloved dad has early-onset dementia and has been in a nursing home for a couple of years now.

His health is never going to get better and there is no cure.

He has moved into a next stage of the disease and I have another stage of grieving for him to go through.

Once a daddy's girl always a daddy's girl.

But it was the most recent event that has left me reeling.

For her support and shoulder to cry on, I want to publicly thank

Deb

from A Clothesline Out The Back.

And who says online friends can't become real life friends!

Thank you!!!

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Down to Earth and Lurkers

Rhonda-Jean at the wonderful Down to Earth blog wrote recently about lurkers.


I confessed that I often popped in and read without leaving a comment.


I think we all do it, and perhaps I need to rethink my 'lurking'.


I sometimes have a peep at other's blogs that people have as their followers or who they follow.


Sometimes, those blogs don't interest me.


Sometimes, they do.


I vow to leave a 'calling card' from now on and thank them for sharing their lives with me, even if it is just a 'hello, just stopped by' message.


I look at my visitor traffic sometimes and wonder who these people are who come to my blog.  


Are they repeat visitors who genuinely show an interest in my little life?  Or did they stumble upon me by accident and quickly moved on?


I don't profess to having the most interesting of lives, or have scores of knowledge to share.


But, I feel like that by sharing a part of me, I'm giving back to those of you who share your lives with me.


Rhonda-Jean, if you are reading, here is the link to my maiden post - I credited you as my inspiration.


Keep up the wonderful work to all of you out there in interwebby world.


Thanking you.





http://barefootbride-thebarefootbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/maiden-post.html

Another of life's little lessons

Will I never learn about dogs and chooks?


Last weekend we lost Maude to one of the dogs.


The gate to the chicken yard mustn't have been closed properly and when the chickens have woken up in the morning Maude went for a wander.


I think she's walked past where the dogs sleep in the aviary shortly before they've been let out for the day.


They got her behind the golden cane palm in the little garden bed at the front wall of the house.


The poor thing.  She didn't even stand a chance.


I've picked three zucchinis this week and I'm so proud of myself.


We ate one for dinner earlier in the week, gave one to the neighbour who provided us with the seedlings, then I am going to make a quiche on the weekend with the one I picked yesterday.  


I'm just holding out for the tomatoes.  That's all I really want.






I have had bad news delivered to me that has really made me question myself and what I believe in.


I'm numb, raw and very emotional.


I'm sure there's a silver lining to it all and there's a lesson to be learnt from it.


I just have to wait until I'm ready to think clearly enough to find it.


For now, I need to process and regroup.


I am my own worst enemy and very hard on myself, moreso than probably necessary.


I desperately want to discuss it but am unable to.    


I am hurting.


I am angry.


I want to retreat into my own world with my own little family and pretend things are hunky-dory.


In the meantime, there's my husband, children, dogs and garden to think about and care for.  


I'm sure they'll keep me going and strong.


If there was ever a time to be grateful for my family, this is it.

Of dusty boots and sore derrieres

Today was the day I finally got back in the saddle.

It has been a very long time coming.

My bottom and thighs are now screaming in protest after not having had contact with a saddle in well over 20 years!

I used to ride a fair bit back when I was a kid and young teen.

But as one knows, boys and make-up kinda get in the way of the good things in life.

The Princess has been expressing her desire to learn to ride for quite a while now, so I took the bit in the mouth (pardon the pun) and booked us both in for private lessons.

She did so well and I'm kicking myself I didn't take a camera.

All of the motorbike riding she does has given her great balance in the saddle, too.

Well done Princess.  Soon we'll be in group classes.

Here's to many more days on horseback.

(and hoping we can convince daddy to buy us horses - heehee!)

Holidays are almost here

Only one more week to go until it is school holidays!

I am looking forward to time spent at home, doing very little other than pottering around at home.

I have been so busy at work this term that the poor house has been neglected.

The cobwebs have developed cobwebs!

Luckily the vegetable garden is relatively self-reliant at the moment.

There is very little watering to do as the sprinklers have been turned back on, and thanks to a heavy layer of hay for mulch, very few weeds to pull up.

I have been picking plenty of lettuce leaves, shallot leaves, chives and parsley, but yesterday was a real joy.

I picked my first zucchini!

It was meant to go with the chicken parmigiana for dinner.

But that didn't go to plan.

We had a family funeral to go to and after catching up with family we didn't get home until well after dinner time.  

Tonight we will eat it.

I've been marking all day today, I've got about 5 stories to go and then I start on another lot of assignments.  There are 3 more assessments due in by the last day of school.

Oh well.  Back to the grind I suppose.

Just breathe...

Well, I've managed to survive my first week of full-time teaching in such a long time.

It has only reaffirmed my decision to do supply/relief teaching for years to come as being the right one.


I still don't envy teachers.

The house is a disaster.

My puppies miss me and have been busily destroying anything left outside.  Like my spare sunglasses.

I spent all day today doing the washing.  About 6 or 7 loads of the stuff.  Blankets, sheets, towels, clothes.  You name it.  I've still got more blankets to wash (I like to wash them weekly if I can) but it can wait another week I guess.

I also spent today planning lessons for this week.  

I

Saturday we about 'me' so I went to the eco-fiesta with The Princess and we had some lovely mother-daughter time.  We ate vegetable curry puffs, drank rosella and then ginger cordial from the Herb Society stall, and got some free plants from the Council.

In fact, I got LOTS of free plants; I had explained to the man at the stall where we live, the types of wildlife we have around and the animals I want to encourage.  

I ended up going home with more than half a dozen little plants. the sign said 'one per person' as The Princess kept reminding me. Plus, I bought some plants from the Herb Society and the Permaculture Group.

So, yesterday, armed with a shovel and buckets of water, The Groom and I dug and planted (well, I directed, he dug and planted and I watered - but it was a team effort).

I planted

salad mallow

ceylonese spinach

sweet leaf

Mt Stuart bottle brush

Burdekin plum

rusty pittosporum

forest red/blue gum

native olive

weeping paperbark

river she-oak

silver wattle

pongamia

I have also got some turmeric rhizomes that I need to plant but can't figure out where.

The Groom ran out of sunlight to rig up a little fence in the chicken yard so I can plant the sweet potato vine I bought.  That will have to wait until the following weekend.

I started picking the rosellas to make jam and cordial.  I didn't realise how prickly the little things were!  Ouch!

Little Man had his first race in Motorcross today.  He came off just as the chequered flag was waved.

The phone call I got from The Groom about it was reassuring - "the ambulance just treated him and he's okay, just a bit bruised and a bit of a hole in his stomach."  

What???

He is okay, though.  Sore, tender and with bruised pride.

It's a good thing I wasn't there, Little Man assured me.  

I would have embarrassed him by running across the track calling out "baby boy!"

Hah!  He knows me too well.

Well, one week down, three to go.

At least I'm very grateful for the work and the experience of more work.

Cheers!


I think it might be time to re-read Radical Homemakers and give thanks for my decisions in life!

Oh so busy

I have been so grateful for the amount of work I've been given this term.  

It is week five and I've had one day of no work!

I'm booked for the rest of the week, too, and was booked for all of next week teaching two different classes.

Well, I was.

I got asked to take on an 8 week contract and I said yes.

The Groom just asked why I don't work full-time and be done with it all, but it's not what I want to do

(even though I've worked full-time hours this term anyway).

I don't want the hassle of planning, marking, assessing, reporting.

I don't want to spend hours after school at meetings.

I want my weekends to be my own and devote them to my children, husband, home or my garden.

Best of all, about this contract, I'll be teaching The Princess!

From 8am to 3pm, I get to put on my 'teacher' hat with her.

I hope she doesn't try and take advantage of it :)

I'm so honoured and surprised as I was recommended for the contract - usually short-term contracts are just offered to someone on a list of people who are interested in contracts.

My poor home, though, looks like a mess.

It's all I can do at the moment to keep up with the washing and cooking, so if I can't 'do it all' now, imagine what I'd be like if I worked full-time too!

I take my hat off to mothers who work full-time and manage to raise children and have a lovely, tidy home.

You're doing it better than I can!

Contentment

Elastic waisted pants when you've eaten too much soup on Mother's Day.

Feeling so comfortable in your own skin that you wonder why it took you so long to feel that way.

Handmade cards from your children.

Corny presents chosen from the school Mother's Day stall but because they were bought with love and you in mind they are the best presents you have ever received in your life.

Laying in bed at night with an illicit Milky Way, eaten under the blankets, so you don't have to share any.

I've never been so content in my life.

I love being 40!

I have such a blessed life...

This is the beautiful sight that welcomed me on Easter Sunday.

The river where we camp was covered in fog.

I am amazed that the Easter Bunny found us in all of that fog.

Did you watch the Royal Wedding?

It was lovely and the dress was stunning.  

Now that it's over, we can all get on with the business of watching for the slightest hint of a baby bump!

I bought myself new pyjamas to watch the wedding in (well, one must be comfortably attired for these events).


I think my invitation was lost in the mail, otherwise I would have been there in a flash.

Little Man competed in a football carnival over the weekend.  

His team just missed out on making the semi-finals, but it's not about winning is it?

For the record, they had 6 wins, 2 losses and 1 draw.

Now, Little Man, The Princess and The Groom are out riding their motorbikes and I'm at home on my own.

I can eat ice-cream with as much topping as I like and not have to share!  

Woohoo!!!!

A special visitor

I am having 3 special visitors today.

I have prepared leek, potato and bacon soup.  

The bread has been taken out of the bread maker.

There will be orange patty cakes and a butter cake to share.

A new tablecloth has been put out on the outdoor table (but it's a shame the seat cushions are dusty and covered with dog hair - oh well).

Today, I'm getting a visit from Deb, from A Clothesline Out The Back and her two little boys.

I'm very excited.

It will be lovely to put a face to a name and chat.  It turns out we "have people in common".