"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of cake for five people, promptly announces she never did care for cake".
No quote sums up my mother more perfectly. Always putting everybody before herself, she has been an amazing mother, friend and role model.
Part of the joy of my day was spending half of it with her.
As well as coffee and cake, we did cattle-work and cross-branding.
Nan kept them working up the crush with Jess at her side.
My mum's an incredible woman, as mentioned here in January last year when she suffered a particularly frightening health scare.
We value her every day.
My team delighted me with a myriad of home-made gifts,
Wallace, receiving the Most Improved Award
after last year's effort:
Two weeks into the acquisition of Bottle Tree Creek, we've so far experienced the death of a Charbray bull, a heifer with a broken leg and today's joyful re-insertion of a uterine prolapse.
Hopefully, the old adage that these things happen in threes is correct.
The kids and I made it home with a couple of hours of daylight to spare. Matthew headed in a different direction, show judging duties pulling him south.
A team of famished farm animals greeted us at Rock Wallaby, four sale bulls contentedly camped on the front lawn having broken the garden gate. A rather astounding quantity of organic fertiliser having been spread over the lawn.
With just enough daylight to squeeze in mowing the yard, I entered the house to find Jessie cooking sausages, mashed potato and pumpkin for tea.
With some leftover Red Velvet Cake for dessert
I couldn't have wished for more.