White lines and balls in the air
I feel like I am being split about ten different ways at the moment.
One part of me is trying to do the normal Mum things: school lunches and routine, extra-curricular drives, post-schoolday debriefs, tending gravel-rashed knees and general attention where required.
One part of me is trying to be a business partner: paying bills, doing books, organising marketing for our business, handling some cattle for showing, coordinating the weekly jobs & phone calls.
One part of me is trying to be a wife: if anyone can properly describe that role for me I’d be most grateful. I am lucky my hubs is reasonably understanding of my other roles.
The sister/daughter/friend part of me is just hoping everyone gives me a little leeway at the moment.
And one part of wants to blog.
While this last item is the one that might seem the least-vital to the success of the juggling act of my life, it is in fact kinda central. I’ve often mentioned how blogging is my therapy. It keeps me on an even keel – not because I need the applause (although I have to say it does give me a buzz to know others enjoy my photos and posts) but because it helps me stay focussed on the simple, clear, GOOD things in my life. I love this place – BB’s corner of cyberspace. I need it.
My posts might be a bit sporadic between here and May (when our major event is taking place) but be certain I shall touch base when I can, to share an image or a moment which mattered in my day or my week. The tone may change slightly as I get to focus less on our bush setting, but I promise it will be mostly positive and won’t be boring (at least not to me).
Here are a couple of images from my yesterday afternoon. When a million things were cluttering my head, vying for attention, and my kids were sleeping peacefully in the back of a car after being dragged to a number of event-related locations.
This view never fails to take my breath away.
It’s about half an hour from Rockhampton and I always hear the words ‘GOD’s OWN COUNTRY’ in my head when I look at it.
In another twenty minutes I see a crop in full-bloom (the correct term is probably ‘head’ but I am no crop farmer, so I will stick with the more poetic term!).
This view an hour further on – a plateau which inspired the ABC radio series ‘Blue Hills’. Anyone remember this series?
Even when roadwork stopped our road trip momentarily, I took a deep breath and remembered how FABULOUS it is that our roads are being repaired (finally) after the damage wrought by the floods of Christmas 2010. (Anyone else notice a flurry in roadworks as an election looms? Or is that just the cynical journo in me trying to burst forth?).
I love that the navigator in our car shows the road being travelled as purple*.
Ours AREN’t purple in real life.
Here is the beginning of our red road to home.
The one which causes enormous angst with the fine red dust which infiltrates ever crevice of one’s vehicle. But also the one which shows off the surrounding green of our current abundance of grass better than any other hue…
I hope I never stop getting a kick from grass so prolific that hides fencelines from the naked eye…
Oceans of verde. Rough ribbons of red gravel.
Hope this finds your juggling act relatively under control.
*Especially when I arrived home to find Fleur McDonald’s Purple Roads in my red cream-can mailbox! Hoping I get time to enjoy it properly…