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Passage’s launch approaches fast.
This post is a longer one than normal. Rather like a newsletter, if you like.
So pull up a chair, make a cuppa and grab that piece of chocolate cake.
Let’s go!
Passage’s launch approaches fast.
Yesterday my darling husband who still sees himself as something of a youngblood, had an on-farm accident off an ATV (Quadbike).
No writing this afternoon, no swimming either … instead, bringing the ewes off the oat stubble on a stormy afternoon…
Through dust and dirt…
“Click go the shears boys, click, click, click,
Wide is his blow and his hands move quick,
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a blow,
And curses the old snagger with the bare-bellied yoe…”
It’s very quiet in the shearing shed, the day before shearing. Especially on a quiet winter’s day where the light sparkles. It’s something special after almost a year of drought, to gaze out upon green paddocks and pasture beginning to grow…
‘Creativity is characterised by the ability to perceive the world in new ways, to find hidden patterns, to make connections between seemingly unrelated phenomena, and to generate solutions.’
So you see it isn’t all arty-farty, you know. All painting, sculpture, writing and so on…
I love lifestyle blogs. Perhaps as a novelist, I should focus more on reading writers’ blogs but the truth is I have an insatiable curiosity about people’s lives – far more interesting than how this character, that agent or those publishers behave.
One of my favourites is Coal Valley View…
Driving the hoggets to new pasture…
Almost there…
My offsider…
Waiting at the Old Highway pass for husband to drive the breeding ewes up over the hill with the ATV…
Through the pass and waiting in the holding paddock to head to the underpass beneath the Tasman Highway to the paddocks on the other side…
This weekend we went to the southeast coast’s annual agricultural show – Bream Creek. We are regular attendees and have even entered fleeces in the fleece competition. There’s so much to see and enjoy and one runs into many familiar faces. It’s a grand day out…
My black and white tulips started it.
Followed by the clever mum who produced black and white twins. And then the mum who produced one black lamb.
All of a sudden, I was singing Ebony and Ivory…
