The last of…
Laneway images….I think 🙂
Yellow Hornbills having a chat.
And this pair came and said hello,
welcomed us to their neck of the woods
and left a welcoming gift on my backpack.
Camellias on a bush.
Friendly baristas in amsterdam.
Photographer and model
Labrador and Kelpie pups.
A pair of horns.
“If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.”
If I borrow this week’s quote as the basis
for my post, when my mind wanders
it wanders straight back to the farming days.
Fifty-five years of farm life is difficult
to eradicate overnight, so to speak.
This is the second rotation/crop of trees
beginning their life after our first harvest.
Our first crop of trees at 6 or 7 years of age.
Both boys are around the 180cm mark
which gives an idea of how high the Blue Gums
are at approximately half their life span.
I have many good memories of farm life
and some difficult ones also.
Whether the memories are good or bad,
I am happy not to be on a farm
at this point of my life
When Maggie was young she licked up
whatever she could after MGW emptied
an old bottle of cooking wine.
She was snoring rather loudly,
but was she dreaming.
Guess we will never know.
MGW was concerned about Maggie’s
well being, that is, until she caught
a whiff of Maggie’s breath.
Auckland, known as…