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Aurora enjoying the farm.
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Native cotton.
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Dam with lilies.
It has been a busy few years. Before my blogging days and before my daughter turned 2 (she is now 5) I used to visit my mum's farm in SE Queeensland at least once a year. Unfortunately life has been too busy to slow down and get down onto the farm!! We have finally been able to get here as a family and I am absorbing every quiet moment as deeply as I can!
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The farm grows macadamia nuts but it really grows trees and my mum has slowly been returning most of the land to original health.
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Mum's farm is close to the sea and my husband Paul has borrowed a long board and enjoying the amazing surf.
2 comments:
Oh, thankyou! After scaring me (!) you now delight me! The picture of Aurora is absolutely beautiful. Just so beautiful. I can close my eyes and think myself there.
The longer we are here the harder it is to imagine us back in the city. We have a few precious days left. Last night we had the pleasure of rain bucketing down on the corrugated iron roof. In Victoria we have been in such a long drought that the sound of rain is like heaven.
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