Baa…
Lambing over the halfway mark.
This is the singles mob ie, all those mums who are having single bubs – all those little white dots are lambs.
The twinning mob is in another paddock around the front of the property near the silos.
You may remember in the Australian summer, December/January just passed, I blogged about the bushfires that surrounded us.
Today, my husband and I took a trip through part of the horrendously burned-out areas. Whilst we have yet to return to Dunalley, today we drove round Carlton River and the back of Forcett and Primrose Sands. The psychology of a fire is so strange. This one had jumped whole gullies, burning from one hill to the next, burning right to a house’s door but not burning the house down and yet on the next property, the house would be burned to the ground, farmhouses and sheds burned to ash but shearing sheds left standing.
Which makes a change for a writer!
That was my weekend.
How was yours?
Sometimes it pays to take time and to LOOK as one rushes through the garden at this time of year.
I found some beautiful white spring crocus which I had bought in March at Bream Creek Show and completely forgotten that I’d planted. Look at the amazing white vein down the full- length of the leaf. Stunning. Can see Jane Nicholas doing this in stumpwork.
After writing the post on the Templar Commanderie in France with its beautiful old stone and woodwork, I was in the mood for ruins of all kinds.
It seems we have some of our own.
We bought our sheep property about twelve years ago and one of the things that attracted us to the place, apart from it’s excellent farm soil, its wonderful hills and views, house, shearing shed and machinery shed, dams, proximity to the coast and the city etc etc etc – was the apparent history right before our very eyes.
Driving to a beach down the road from House the other day, we met a mob of sheep being shifted to fresh pasture.
This grazing property is my all time favourite. If I won a lottery and the owners would sell, I would buy it yesterday (that’s not to say I don’t love our own farm with it’s wonderful old stone barn and ruins of stables, bakehouse, smithy’s and more).
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
Damned cold today. 7 degrees Celsius (44 fahrenheit). Rugged up and hopped behind OH on the four wheeler to feed out to those of our girls with child!
It’s been the toughest summer and autumn and we’ve got to the hard end of our pasture so we feed out our own hay cut from summer 2011 when we had grass ‘as high as an elephant’s eye.’ Plus barley harvested in 2011 from our own crops. But mainly sheep pellets which are a grain mix and which the girls think is chocolate!
Found beach re-sculpted after last week’s heavy seas.
OH walking with Old Dog.
Young Dog collecting shells.
Now believe it or not but if you look hard there is a faint black line out to sea, almost dead middle of photo. That’s a Southern Right Whale. My camera is a toy one and takes terribly ordinary long distance shots, so you really will have to ‘believe it or not’, as you like.