Every now and again…

…I find myself thinking…

…wistfully about life on the farm.

Then I remember all the hard physical work.

Constantly feeding livestock in hot or cold weather.

Worrying about/checking freshly shorn sheep,

after dark/before dawn,

when weather turned unexpectedly cold.

Working in muddy or dusty sheep yards.

How exposure to the sun,

jumping and running around woolshed,

while at the time felt good,

have all contributed to aching joints

and skin problems of the past few years.

And one thing I will never forget is the day

I stopped at three different places in one paddock

and counted 30 lambs, at each stop,

which died at birth as a result of their breed

and a bitterly cold week of weather while

the ewes were lambing.

From approximately 330 ewes in that paddock.

That year I only managed to shear

around 150 lambs from that paddock.

Simply heart breaking.

Then my nostalgia vanishes…

for another few months.


A Photo a Week Challenge: Nostalgia




Houses of any kind.

I have taken this literally.

This was the chook (hen/chicken) house

we inherited when we purchased the farm. 

During our tenure it never housed chooks, only ducks. 

My infrequent comments about having

a roast duck for dinner were never well received.   

So I left them alone and the foxes ate well.  

Old farm house.

Now demolished.

So glad this was not our house. 

Not a house but one whose owner

was not happy several years ago.



A small country town.

A court house museum

in an old gold mining town.

A small Amsterdam house.


Finally, the house where I spent

many hours during the 1950s.

My Grandparents owned this

post office for many years.


Cee’s Black & White Challenge:  Houses