As we look down the barrel of a new school year, it seems as though we're all riding a roller-coaster of sorts. Of course there are those little ones whose excitement can't be contained, eager to see what lies around the next corner, some a little fearful of the twists and turns but still confident of the fun that lies ahead, and others like myself, clutching on for dear life, wishing the end would come, that the track would run smooth again, that next Monday would arrive and we could settle into our new routine, our new normality.
We've been busily making laundry bags,
sewing a name tag on every item on which one can be sewn,
covering books and readying ourselves for Sunday's trip to town.
Life outside the houseyard has continued regardless.
My beautiful and favourite milking cow Priscilla has calved again, meaning she will re-enter the fold in the next week or two.
Having only weaned her last calf a month ago, she's had little time to herself. Her latest baby girl is by a Brahman bull, she herself being a purebred Jersey.
We're unsure whether Liesel is therefore a Jer-man, a Bra-sey or just a Jer-bra.
We've opted for the Jer-man, and having just finished Markus Zusac's "The Book Thief", our little Jer-man girl has thus been named Liesel Meminger.
In the meantime, Olivia has been filling in for Priscilla,
a Brown Swiss-Jersey cross, and mother of Opal,
The show calves haven't had quite as much attention as I'd hoped, but some more time will be spent with them this week. The girls have to have them leading properly before school resumes.
Perhaps we could phone a friend.
Despite my disdain for youngsters with fidgeting thumbs, and eyes only for screens, Sarah received a phone for Christmas. I wonder if she'll be the only child at school with Slim Dusty's Whoa Bullocks on her playlist.
We're back to town today for dental appointments.
Then it's baton down the hatches, lock the gate and stay put until Sunday.