Monday, 21 April 2014

The Easter Edition

We've managed to pack a fair bit into this Easter break, including various threats of the Easter Bunny not coming if behaviour wasn't altered during the first half to confiscation of Easter eggs if behaviour wasn't altered from Sunday on.

This kid may have been in the thick of the behavioural issues.  Then she hands over a little gem such as this and all is forgiven.  Of course a little spelling lesson ensued.

Easter began with timber cutting.

It was hot.  And hard work.

Grateful for the gloves my beloved gave me for our last wedding anniversary.  He knows the way to a woman's heart.

The above photo shows how barking should happen.  With sap flowing, the bark will simply pop off with a few taps from the crowbar.  Below shows a more stubborn example which saps energy and tests tempers.

With our timber quota filled by lunch time Good Friday we decided an invitation up the road for a spot of fishing and relaxation simply couldn't be passed over.

And though fish were in short supply, good company was in abundance.

We came home with one mud crab to enjoy, and having left the pots in overnight, our friends collected another five next day.

With troops recharged we headed to Bottle Tree Saturday to start a spot of weaning.

My beloved Tamron lens finally gave up the ghost over the weekend, years of misuse and dusty conditions finally catching up with it.  Still usable with manual focus, we struggled on.

Easter Monday has dawned with the boys heading back to Bottle Tree early, washing machine's humming and girls are packing.  I'm rocking slowly in a corner in denial.  The holidays have been productive ... and full ... and fun.  The drive back to school this afternoon won't be.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Local Show

A case of poor timing resulted in our local Show being held this middle weekend of school holidays, meaning much of Week 1 has been devoted to showtime preparation, such being the case in small communities and certainly more families than ours affected in much the same way.

Two days of working bees, a town day and some carrot cake cooking and pulled pork preparation included.  We did manage a little home-time with around eight hundred bales of hay put in the shed ... all part of the "Boarding School Appreciation Program", (or BSAP as we parental humourists like to call it).

Show Day dawned a hot and sultry one, with Tropical Cyclone Ita far to our north having all of the Show committee looking skyward in the days leading up to and on the day of the Show itself.  Fortuitously the rain stayed away for the day, a grand time was had by all and the much welcomed rain arrived Sunday.

The child labour force was yet again employed and kept busy with stewarding duties for at least half the day, by which time show money was burning holes in jeans' pockets.

Jessie's lovely friend Mackenzie came to visit and became a cowgirl for the day.

Sal offsided in the cattle ring, and we would have been lost without her.  Sarah stewarded in the horse ring, as did Jess and Mackenzie until the lure of sideshow alley proved too great.  Wallace enjoyed all the thrills of the show, no stewarding on his agenda, though capguns high priority.

In celebration of the 30th Show the above cake was cut and an Honour Board of past Presidents, Secretaries and Treasurers unveiled.

Some wonderful gems of the community honoured in the process, her sister the creator of the beautiful cake pictured above.

Cattle were paraded, horses ridden, dogs jumped, lollies dropped from great heights, greasy pigs chased, hot chips devoured, beers enjoyed, fashions admired, fireworks marvelled at, children exhausted ... all ingredients of a wonderful event.

We are fortunate to live in this small community.  And events such as this are what make it what it is.

Sunday, 30 March 2014

88 ... Two Fat Ladies

What a difference a week makes.

Eighty-eight millimetres of rain emptied from the Bottle Tree rain guage during this weekend's visit.  And though falls of over five hundred mils were reported not far from us, only forty-nine fell at Rock Wallaby.

Meatworks cattle were trucked.

Late afternoons enjoyed.

Fat heifers admired.

Unfit horses ridden.

And the very last of the calves branded.

Sally has had a very rough weekend, as sick as I've ever seen her.  Burning fevers resulting in sleepless nights and quite likely a doctor's visit tomorrow.

Our weekend's are never dull.


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