I made the tree-change move from Sydney to my husband 'Dougal's' old family property on the mid-north coast several years ago, but only since the birth of my first son have I really lived here. In between raising 2 young sons, I am trying my hand at sustainable farm management... 'Trying' being the important word. Whilst the ability to pat my steers gives me much satisfaction, I love the fact that every morning I awake to space and open sky... even if it is 5am.
I once had a good friend from the city bewilderingly ask me – ‘what do you do up there on your hill? How do you fill in the time?’ Conversely, I received another comment from another friend on what a lot of work a farm can be. A third recently wondered how I fit all my different jobs into a day. Well… Continue reading →
** In a sad note today, we have heard the little boy passed away peacefully this afternoon (Wednesday Nov 25). There are no words, except to say we are thinking of him and his family.
With my four-year-old at a not-for-profit community preschool, I sit – not very well admittedly – amidst a wonderful preschool committee. Not so long ago – about 8 weeks ago actually – our committee heard about the sibling of one of our preschool children. The seven-year-old had once attended our preschool but was diagnosed with cancer early this year. Now, after several months of treatment, they stopped it. It wasn’t working.
I wonder at the power of empathy and if humanity listened to it more would the world be a better place? For myself, after I heard the news I would just start crying at odd times. I have shed tears all over the place, and I don’t even know the family. And it wasn’t just me.
It very quickly became obvious to us all that we had to do … something. After all, though nothing could fix this, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps there is some small comfort in knowing that your community cares.
(WARNING: no pics. Just thought you should know, as apparently all highly successful blogs should have pics. BUT there is riveting, action based video).
Speaking of meat (oops. Bec H started that conversation 3 months ago… Nonetheless, I take mine medium rare thanks), Dougal and I recently enjoyed our first date night in… in…, actually I’m not sure how long it has been, but it has certainly been a long time (I read about those couples in magazines who say ‘they make sure they have an evening to themselves once a week/once a fortnight/ one a month/ once every six months, with great astonishment. Who manages to DO that??!!).
Date night came about because my parents were visiting for a week, so it was then or never. Not quite ready to opt for ‘never’, our first night plans dissolved into exhaustion, as a day in the paddocks fixing fences in the rain led to us piking. After another day in the paddocks (at the end of which we discovered we had been fixing the wrong fence, let’s not go there right now), our window of opportunity was quickly shrinking so we somewhat reluctantly, but determinedly, set off on a dark, cold, rainy Wednesday night, for a 35min drive to Taree. Continue reading →
“Bec C’s Full Brazilian”?? AHA! Got your attention now haven’t I? Except that it’s not what you think…
Bec H may well be galivanting across the Americas for the World Cup, from airport to airport, queueing in queues, cursing with currencies… But I get to experience the World Cup only 3 hours drive from our little farm, in the depths of Artarmon, Sydney, Australia. No 30 hours of flying for me. In fact, unlike Bec H witnessing the World Cup first hand, I get to come home in between gigs. Can’t do that from Brazil…
I’m desperately trying to gain a bit of kudos here, but I do of course realise I’m treading a thin line (it is, after all, hard to compete with Brazil!). That said, I have actually scored myself a pretty good little job for the duration of the World Cup (who would have thought – the Two Becs’ involved in the World Cup?!). I’m job sharing with a friend on SBS’s excellent, almost-daily live World Cup entertainment show “The Full Brazilian”, hosted by comedian Jimeoin. Continue reading →
I have labelled 2014 as ‘A Year of Transition’. These transitions will emerge in this blog over – you guessed it – this year. It was originally going to be ‘My Year of Transition’, but it turns out that alot … Continue reading →