I haven’t blogged about our boy Jones in quite some time (I know, I haven’t blogged in quite some time, full stop), but recent events have inspired me to put fingers to key pad and tell you a story about Jones.
Jones turned 5 in May this year. Amazing ha? I still remember him turning 1 so clearly. He’s now 35 in human years. No wonder he’s maturing and slowing down (for the most part).
I had no idea, when we first got chooks, that I’d get so attached. That I’d get so used to having them around. That I’d chat to them as I gardened. That I’d laugh at them. That I would enjoy holding them, stroking their silken feathers. That I’d love them so much. That I’d miss them so very much when they were gone.
This summer just gone was the hottest summer I can remember. Never before do I recall willing on Autumn like I did in February. And never before have I had the strains of Gang Gajang’s ‘Sounds of Then’ running through my head so often, wearing musical grooves into my brain.
Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.
For me, no other song conjures up so perfectly the feel, sensations and experience of our hot summers. Pure association, I guess. Continue reading →
Our local Show is only a couple of weeks away. Officially it’s known as the Wallamba District Agricultural and Horticultural Show, a bit of a mouthful, so let’s just stick with ‘The Show’.
There’s talk around town about who’s entering what. You can sense the competitiveness starting to simmer.
Amongst my friends, we’re agreed that it makes the day more enjoyable if you have items entered. We’re not necessarily in it to win it, but I have to say it’s quite a thrill seeing a blue show ribbon on one of your entries when you wander through the Produce Shed or through the exhibits in the main hall.