“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
~ Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
Yesterday we came home. It’s a flying visit to the farm – a quick overnight to pick up some clothes, some paperwork and other things left behind in a hurry.
We still need to be back in Brisbane right now so that Ben can be close to doctors and hospitals while he heals. We head to the city later today.
But yesterday we came home.
The first thing we did was pile into the old farm ute and drive down to the river flats to check the cattle. They were fat and happy, there was plenty of feed, and all the water and fences (the things that farmers worry about) were in order.
So we strolled over to the river to look for the platypus, and we threw sticks for the dogs. A good time was had by all.
On the way back to the car we stopped at the site of an old bottle dump, from when the scrub was first cleared and a few woodcutter’s humpies were built back in the 1860’s. Each year more old glass and china fragments work their way to the surface. We gathered a few handfuls and came home to sit on the veranda as the sun set, being serenaded by frogs and cicadas, and the wind-chimes slowly tinkling in the light breeze.
Such simple, heartfelt magic! We can’t wait to be home again properly. We miss this place so much, but we are lucky to have fabulous neighbours watering our vegetable gardens and orchard, picking our harvest, and keeping an eye on our herd. Our treasured patch of land is in safe hands til we return. 🙂
delightful story and i love everyone’s comments too! everyone has such special memories.
That post brought back a childhood memory. My family used to visit the Snowy Mountains often when I was a child. I recall a visit off the beaten track somewhere down there, where we stopped to look at century-old abandoned buildings (my parents loved old buildings). As I was wondering about I found old broken bits of crockery – white with a blue pattern. My father explained that they would have belonged to whoever lived here many years ago. I thought these little broken pieces of plates were pieces of treasure and I kept them for years.
Those small moments of everyday magic are often some of the most profound experiences that give us pause to reflect on the bounty of our blessings. I am sending you and Ben healing thoughts and energies in my gratitude for all the healing thoughts and energies you have provided. I really love old bottle dumps, one of my favorite things, and their treasures of bits and pieces discarded from other times and other lives….in your hand they look like some of the finest jewels…just a little copper foil around the edges a touch of solder add a jump ring… and voila! One generations garbage is another’s shabby-chic jewelry! Much Love and Light to you both.
I have come along for the ride Nicole …I could do with a little afternoon magic at the moment .
Fab photos best wishes to Ben for his recovery.
Cherryx
I am retrieving the same kind of glass fragments from the chookyard. Hope Ben is fully recovered soon, Nicole.
Bless and Bliss. Loads of healing energy goes to you and to Ben! We value our treasures even more when we have little reminders of just how wonderful they are. The photos are superb. You are blessed with your magic spot. xo
Yes you are lucky to have such wonderful neighbours willing to help by taking care of your cattle
It is wonderfully magical!