Autumn At The Farm

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“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
~ Joe L. Wheeler

 

The last of the summer grass is long and lush and sweet.

The wind by turn blows warm and then cold.

The leaves are tumbling down, making a pretty carpet upon the lawn.

The air is rich with the fragrant smoke of burning camphor and eucalyptus branches as farmers light their burn piles.

The fields are full of new calves, noses wet with milk as they push at their mothers’ full udders.

My basket is full of crisp apples. Soup bubbles on the stove.

I love this time of year!

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weeds

pumpkin soup

bonfire front paddock

She’ll be Apples…

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“Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. “You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?” she asks. 
“No, what?” 
“Blue sky.” 
“You’re zoomed.” 
“You ever eat blue sky?”
“No,” I admit. 
“Try it sometime,” she says. “It’s apple-flavored.” 
~ Rodman Philbrick, The Last Book in the Universe

‘She’ll be Apples’ is an Australian expression derived from our long history of rhyming slang – Apples and Spice are nice, therefore it isn’t much of a leap to extrapolate that Apples are good – so when we want to reassure someone that things are going to turn out okay we say “She’ll be apples!”

I’m having a bit of a battle right now. This whole Lyme thing, and the meds I’m on have me down for the count. But I know it’s temporary.

So, while I am resting up, here’s some pics of home for you:

Apple tree in blossom…

2013-08-18 17.07.17Favourite things – crystals, candles, old lead farm animals and a milk maid, a tiny sleeping mermaid in a shell…

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Visits with the neighbours…

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Homemade apple crumbles in cute little blue ramekins I found at a garage sale for 20 cents each!

2013-08-07 17.41.19All I ever have to do is look around my home, or venture outside and take a few deep breaths of fresh clean air and I feel better.

Truly, life is beautiful – even in these hard bits – and I know it’s going to be worth it. Like the saying goes, she’ll be apples!

Thinking of you all as I hold my Gratitude Rock each night,

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Blessings and Love, ♥ Nicole xoxo