Meet Our Latest Edition – Calvin the Calf!

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“The apple does not fall far from the tree.” ~ Proverb

 

Here’s our cheeky heifer Daisy Mae with her young bull calf – her first ever baby! We’ve named him Calvin, after Joelle’s suggestion.

When Daisy Mae was a young ‘un she’d crawl under the fence, romp through my vegetable garden, and play with my dogs, Harry and Bert, as though she too were a mad pup. She developed quite a taste for my herbs and flowers, and I was forever chasing her out of the house yard.

Now her son is just the same. He’s only four days old, and already we’ve chased him out of the yard more than twenty times. Right now he’s still so little that he can easily wiggle under the fence wires. He never seems to mind that he’s in trouble. To him it’s one big game.

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He has been devouring my parsley and garlic chives, and is particularly partial to petunias. Naughty Calvin!

But he’s so cute we can’t stay mad at him long. 🙂

Our dogs just love it when Calvin comes to visit. Let’s just hope he doesn’t eat all of my herbs before he is too big to squeeze under the fence.

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Simple Pleasures

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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
~ Emma Goldman

 

Here we are, home at the farm. Such a healing space for me. While I’m soaking up the magic before we head back to the city again to support our beloved family, here’s a taste of our last few days.

 

A tin full of baby fruit cakes, some to keep for us and some to share.

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Some mixed lettuce and snow peas to plant out into the vegetable garden.

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A drink of sweet fresh water down at the dam. There are ten new calves, and all of them are healthy and happy.

2015-05-15 10.21.16A visit with some good friends, our neighbours Princess Lil the Farm Dog and Monty the Horse..

2015-05-18 11.41.39The camelias around the house are all in bloom, and carpeting the lawn with their pretty petals.

2014-03-31 17.21.32The mandarins are ripening nicely in the orchard. We picked a few to munch on while we were burning the pile, and we’ll pick more today to take back to the city.

2012-07-15 08.31.15We got to burn a pile of windfallen timber up in the orchard, as well as the frames of the old fruit trees we’d removed late last year. The fragrant smoke lingered on our clothes and hair. I can still smell the pile smouldering this morning.

2012-07-31 17.18.42And our table has been filled with food, friends and blessings. I love my little farm. It’s so good being home.

Sending much love to you, Nicole <3 xoxo

 

 

 

Afternoon Magic at the Farm

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“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. 🙂

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A Gentle Morning at the Farm

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“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.” 
~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

 

Autumn is a magical time at our farm. Gentle showers soak the ground during the night, and in the morning thick mist wraps itself around the mountains.

As the sun burns the mist away to reveal the wide blue sky, fragile spiderwebs sparkle with dewdrops bright as diamonds.

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Everything feels fresh, and lush with promise.

I fill myself up on the kindness and verdant energy of nature.

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Up in the orchard, I hear a commotion. It’s Eric, the very shy Echidna. Every morning he comes out to nuzzle through the soft soil, and the cattle egrets wait for the worms he disturbs.

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Today he’s been joined by a girlfriend. Love is in the air…

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Hay, Hay, Hay! (because lame jokes & Nicole go so well together)

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“Nic, step away from that computer. Sometimes you just have to get going!” ~ Ben Phillips, husband.

 

We got up so early this morning there was no time to blog. We were in the ute and rolling out the door just on dawn.

Why?

To buy hay at the Saturday Markets of course!

The farm looked so pretty in its sparkly covering of dew and sunlight.

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No blog? No, we had to get started so we wouldn’t miss out! I took pictures anyway, so I might still have something to share with you.

So now it’s 6.30am and I am blogging on my iphone. That’s how much I love you.

Here’s the morning’s outcome – a beautiful load of hay for my new organic vegetable garden, and some for the cows, of course, who – like everyone here at our farm – are spoiled rotten!

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As soon as Ben has tied the load down on the back of our old ute I’m making him take me for coffee at one of the local market stalls and I’ll fill my basket with fresh fruit and vegetables.

Truth be told, an early morning adventure is a very satisfying way to start your day!