Life on the land…

A huge day working on the farm today. Too tired to cook dinner so we will have fish and chips…

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Too tired to write Tobias out of his next trauma. Almost too tired to write a blog.

Instead, as the mellow yellow of late afternoon cast it’s caul over the farm and the shadows lengthened and the light became soft and dream-filled, I took my camera and tried to let it write a blog for me…

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Red Dog and I just wandered…

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To the dogs’ yards…

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To the lane…

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The rams…

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One of the dams…

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The barn…

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Some hayrolls…

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Boots…

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And things.

There was a vast peace – the only sound being the chortling of magpies, the subdued giggle of a pair of kookaburras and up high on the top of the Ski Run, the warning cry of a wedge-tailed eagle.

I love the tiredness of a hard day’s work outside.