Standing Under Old Trees

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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
―~ Rachel Carson

 

This morning, after a restless night, I slept late.

Instead of sitting in meditation, Harry Dog and I went for a long rambling walk.

We said hello to the cows.

We saw the old tree that cracked in half and fell over late last night.

We saw where the echidna has been digging, and where a new bush orchid has taken root, cradled in a hollow of a big old tree.

We walked and walked.

And when we came back to the house again we were happy.

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Grounded Goodness

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“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
~ Rachel Carson

 

Yesterday was one of those days when my body just wasn’t cooperating.

At first it got me down. I had so many things to do, and I couldn’t see well enough to do any of them!

Ben came to the rescue and suggested what I needed was a walk and then a nap. He was right.

So, here, in pictures is my walk around the farm, and then the beginnings of fruit salad for dinner.

The bird is a tawny frogmouth fledgling who took shelter on the wheelbarrow in one of our sheds. Cute, hey?

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I’d Be Blogging But… Farm Emergency!

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“Our bravest and best lessons are not learned through success, but through misadventure… ”
~ Amos Bronson Alcott

 

Oh dear!

Poor little Frida has the molasses bucket stuck around her head. We’d hoped she might figure out how to get it off all by herself, but no…

So now we will have to chase her until we can catch her and pull it off for her.

Sorry, cow comfort has priority over blogging. Wish us luck!!!

And yes, Frida the calf is named after Frida from  ABBA, (see pic below) because of her lovely red hair.

 

Five Things I Love About Being Home At My Farm

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“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life.”
~ John Burroughs

 

I have loved travelling, but there is something magical about coming home again.

These are five random things I love about being home here at my farm.

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1. I can go out into the garden on a cold and drizzling night, wearing my gumboots and pyjamas and clutching a torch, and come back in with enough foraged weeds, greens and leaves to make a tasty salad for dinner to go with our soup.

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2. No matter how busy my day becomes, there is always time for games and for sitting on the soft green grass, looking out at the trees and watching the koalas.

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3. The air here smells of sunshine and trees, or moon and stars and damp earth. The sky at dawn or dusk is filled with birdsong and a vibrancy that is hard to put into words.

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4. The beach is just down the road, and we can enjoy an early-morning walk, followed by breakfast at one of our favourite cafes. Byron Bay has some of the most beautiful beaches on the planet!

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5. All my favourite crystals are here at home. No matter what my mood I have a crystal to suit. There are crystals on every windowsill, and perched all around. There are crystals in the garden and beside my bed. Lovely, lovely stones. ❤

Santa’s Unhappy Helper

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“How long do I have to wear these stoopid things? Where’s my Schmackos and Scoobie Schnacks?” ~ Nurse Bert

 

I tried for a cute shot of two dogs in reindeer ears.

Harry ate his. Or rather, ripped them to pieces.

Bert was slightly more well behaved, and stoic in his misery.

It’s beautiful here at the farm. Raining. Cool. Everything green.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

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A Little Bit Of Chaos

“Floyd could imagine a dozen things that could go wrong; it was little consolation that it was always the thirteenth that actually happened.”
~ Arthur C. Clarke, 2010: Odyssey Two

 

I thought about writing a blog titled ‘Reasons for Screaming Yesterday – My Top Five’. They would have been:

  1. The microbat in my bath-towel that launched itself at me while I was dripping and defenceless after last night’s shower.
  2. The massive water dragon who snuck into the house, and whose fat tail under my desk made me think there was a brown snake (very poisonous and deadly) at my feet.
  3. Cafe Dog jumping onto our bed after his beach walk and shaking sand everywhere.
  4. Bert the dog burping a big cow poo burp in my face moments before I went to bed, and then needing to throw up said cow poo, resulting in him desperately waking me to take him outside just after I finally, finally, finally got to sleep.
  5. The gigantic spider that ran over my face while I was sleeping.

But actually, my main reason for screaming was three days of no power right in the middle of my busiest week of preparation in the entire year, resulting in every conceivable surface of our house looking like this:

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It’s all okay this morning. The madness is being packed away in boxes, I have a dear friend arriving from interstate, Cafe Dog and I have been promised a coffee outing after my next jobs are finished and my cleaning angels are coming to make order out of madness.

Wow. Somehow I made it through.

Retreat starts tomorrow. Our farm-house is all rewired and powered up. My Secret Project is in its final edit with my graphic designer. And I didn’t die when a gigantic spider RAN OVER MY SLEEPING FACE!!!

So, it’s all good.

See you tomorrow. I have to keep chugging along with my chores so I can earn that coffee outing for me and Harry!

Big love, Nicole ❤ xoxo

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Bert’s Latest Operation!

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“Doctors?” said Ron, looking startled. “Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?”
~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“I saved a man’s life once,” said Granny. “Special medicine, twice a day. Boiled water with a bit of berry juice in it. Told him I’d bought it from the dwarves. That’s the biggest part of doct’rin, really. Most people’ll get over most things if they put their minds to it, you just have to give them an interest.”
~ Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

 

Nurse Bert is having a big operation today.

Our free dog, come to us through fate and a cardboard box prison, has already cost us thousands. But what price love?

As a young dog he had first one and then the other back leg’s knee reconstructed because of severe patella luxation. A genetic deformity. Our vet always joked that Bert was the luckiest dog alive to have landed in our household and under our care.

After years of Bert’s tender nursing of me as I have battled Lyme disease, I’m not so sure who is the more fortunate.

Of course there have been many more hospitalisations and close calls. A few years ago Bert took a bait thrown over the fence by robbers at our city house and almost died from internal hemorrhaging. Last year he ate a vast quantity of macadamia nuts and nearly croaked it. And then ate rat bait at a friend’s farm, and endured yet another touch-and-go experience.

Earlier this year he ended up in surgery again after developing a huge abscess thanks to an errant grass seed.

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And today? Today he’s having surgery to repair a snapped cruciate ligament. A situation complicated by his previous knee surgeries, and requiring a specialist vet surgeon. Surgery not covered by insurance, and one which will cost roughly the same amount as the holiday we would have had later this year.

But none of that matters. Bert is in pain, and as an athletic dog who needs to keep up with his younger brother Harry down on the farm, the surgery is needed. Neither of the other options were options at all. (Let him limp and suffer and try to keep him quiet while giving him vast quantities of anti-inflammatories. The pain would worsen and nothing to be done. Or euthanasia. Honestly!)

Keep our boy in your thoughts today. Send him a little love and healing if you get the chance. He’s been the bestest friend and companion I could ever hope for, and all I want is for his op to go smoothly, and for his outcome to be good.

I already have my essential oil kit and crystal grid ready for him when he comes home, to keep him calm and hasten his healing. And I promise to keep you posted about his progress!

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