Whips at dusk
We have had a really busy fortnight here, with the school holidays bringing lots of little (and a couple of larger) visitors. We love visitors here at Granite Glen – the house here is huge and can accomodate many people (and much happy mess). Of course, work doesn’t stop just because school does – there has been a lot of mustering and end-of-year financial work (thanks for your help Jeanie) and COOKING! Man, I never thought I’d enter the catering scene – but I learned I AM capable of coming up with meals for ten plus people for breakfast, lunch and dinner (for a couple of weeks at least!). I have had the world’s busiest dishwasher here. If they ever invent one that unloads itself, I will be the first in line!
And don’t start me on the laundry…
But (to quit the whinging momentarily) I loved having everyone. It’s nice having people come to you – it’s nice not having to drive anywhere. It’s nice seeing kids run round wild and free and (did I mention wild?). Especially when studies are showing many Aussie kids have never even climbed a tree! Let me tell you, NOTHING is safe from being climbed here…
Yesterday, we had to say goodbye to our last holidays visitor – a horse-riding, tree-climbing, whip-cracking regular to the walls of this house.
Salina got a big fright while riding after the floods – her horse got bogged to the belly and panicked. She had to jump off a flailing horse. No-one was hurt physically, but that kind of panicky fright stays with you a bit. (I know cause the same thing almost happened to me.)
This holidays she started enjoying her riding again, which was really wonderful to see.
She is the Queen of the Grandkids, Salina. We managed to gather all the grandchildren (of which she is the oldest) together at my brother’s house last week and Salina led a Dancing With the Stars (Cousins) performance that lifted the roof off. (Am hoping Jeanie downloads the video successfully to share.) Twas gorgeous!
And as her farewell drew closer yesterday afternoon, she and Dash and Violet (and a couple of extra visiting kids) took the whips out into the paddock and let rip.
It was like Guy Fawkes Day without the fire. Pop-pop-CRACKING around the ridges. And no-one cracked it louder than Salina.
It’s gonna be awful quiet round here.
We miss you already, darlin’ girl.
Your Auntie BB.
PS Can someone come with a bulldozer to help clean the post-visitor debris from my house? That’d be peachy…