About 30 years ago ‘Blue Gum‘ companies
commenced buying farms to grow blue gums on.
I had never given this venture a thought until I received
a phone call from one such company a week or two after
Dad passed away unexpectedly in February 2001.
It was not until December 2001 that I signed on
the dotted line, after much soul searching,
and agonizing over spreadsheets, etc.
Turned out to be the best thing I ever did,
as I completed my Bachelor of Education in early 2001
and just after Easter 2002, I had landed myself
a teaching position in a nearby P-12 College.
The best part of growing Blue Gums is watching them grow
and knowing that there is, in our case, a lease payment on its way.
Spending time among the trees is fascinating. It is so quiet.
Road noise is almost non-existent and the only noises
are the occasional koala grunts and kangaroo paws
thumping the ground after being disturbed.
Eucalyptus globulus commonly known
as southern blue gum or blue gum,
is a species of tall, evergreen tree that reaches
harvestable size in 12 -15 years.
For comparison, the water tank is about 6 feet high.
Three of my treasures…
I purchased this painting while passing through
Alice Springs (Northern Territory) in April 1975
on one of the best camping holidays,
I can remember.
Dear old Brandy.
Fourteen years of the best and most
loyal dog I have ever known.
Born in March last year my final treasure is our first grandchild.
Fingers crossed we have two more arrivals: one
in early August and a sibling for this one.
The other in early October.
I hope the unborn are not infected by covid
because both expectant Mums have had covid
this past week or so.
In the 1950s this was my second home.
My maternal Grandmother operated
our local post office from
before World War II until she retired
a year or two prior to her 1959 passing.
Black and White Challenge.
Good sheep and cattle dogs are the most valuable
asset those farmers can own.
Say hello to Ginger.
My Black and Tan Kelpie.
Ginger made the transition from farm dog
to town dog and passed away in 2015.
Ginger’s father Brandy was my right hand for 13 years
Brandy and Ginger were with me
for a combined total of 27 years.
An eastern view of my woolshed paddock and beyond.
Big squares, as they are known, bales of hay.
Dad’s hay shed.
I spent many hours stacking hay in that shed
Dad’s woolshed was built in the 1950s
with the skillion being added during the 1990s.
There were quite a few vehicles like this
Bullock dray on Dad’s farm, from a bygone era.
He often told stories of bullock drays
and their use on the property
over the road.
The woolshed and machinery shed on our farm.
Certainly historical markers, if not
the historical marks referred to
Our first Blue Gum plantation.
First, because it was harvested about 6 years ago
and has since coppiced into a second rotation.
Black and White Challenge.
Plastic slide at children’s playground…
…and the plastic seat of a swing at the same playground.
Plastic bumper bars on cars.
I purchased this 2,000 gallon, plastic tank
before leaving the farm only to discover
that someone had been kind enough to empty
and steal it a couple of years ago. 😦
A few years ago I was interested in photographing cemeteries.
I never did get back to some of the places I wanted
to photograph and then 2020 came upon us.
Old cemeteries provide a wealth…
For all intents and purposes, this object appears
to be part of a fence and that is about all…
…until one looks at it from the snail’s point of view.
Although I tagged this as an urn,
today I think it is more like a vase for flowers.
It was discovered on the foot of a grave
in a country cemetery.