we welcomed Poppy to the fold. Born on Anzac Day.
Her mother Olivia, so protective of her beautiful newborn Jersey girl, has become somewhat the Toro Bravo. Pawing at the ground in such comical fashion each time I go near her that I can't help but giggle. And the more I laugh the more dust she raises.
This girl and I spent some special mother-daughter-trigonometry time. Why nearly fifteen year olds can't appreciate the beauty and purity of mathematics simply floors me. It would seem that Year Ten is more difficult than Year Nine. School's not meant to be fun Sare, nor life meant to be easy.
We managed to roll some old fence ... in anticipation of new.
While the boys ripped and split ... making posts for the new fenceline which will go in this week.
We found time to enjoy the weaners,
all but finish the budget kitchen reno,
and retrieved an old, mildewed dresser from the shed in readiness for a makeover.
The big fella's taking a week off work ...
... for we've work to do.