He Can’t Take His Eyes Off Me!

“When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’”
~ Rudyard Kipling; The Jungle Book

 

Finally we are home.

Harry Dog was overjoyed to see us when we arrived back at the farm, and has not let us out of his sight ever since.

When I took a walk in the garden yesterday afternoon, to check on how things have fared since we’ve been gone, Harry followed me everywhere.

He kept staring at me with this look in his eyes.

Don’t leave me again, Mum.

He has gone backwards and forwards between Ben and I since the moment we first walked through the door, nudging us with his nose and licking us madly. When he sits beside us he sits right on top of us, pressing his body against any part of us he can reach.

This morning Harry was right on my feet as I meditated, but now he’s at the door, looking back at me.

Come on, Mum. Come on, Dad. Cafe time!

I’m sure you understand. I can’t write more. It’s been weeks since Harry had a walk on the beach and breakfast at his favourite cafe. We can’t keep him waiting.

Cafe Dog must have his outing! I’m still on a limited diet, but that’s not important. Family time and our old routines, that’s what matters today.

And soon, we think, it will be time to find a new puppy brother or sister for Harry. Even though he was well taken care of I don’t ever want Harry to be alone and without family again.

See you tomorrow!

Biggest love and hugs from Nicole and her happy dog, Harry! ❤ xoxo

 

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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