The Great Bike Ride… and back!
When Jeanie and I were kids, we rode our bikes to the bus stop every day. And when he was old enough, our brother Pig did too. (Pig is the baby of our family – and no that is not…
Little pecks of powder…
My daughter is a contrast of traits, a kaleidescope of girly girl and rough-and-tumble and feisty and sweet.. For instance, she adores makeup. Which is a bit strange, because I wear minimal colour on my face. And yet, she is…
Cool relief…
It’s been pretty hard not to focus on the horrendous toll that bushfires have taken on Australia lately – and I realise my last couple of posts have been (necessarily) a bit hot and heavy… you’d be forgiven for thinking…
Sight of the Day!
I have to admit something: I’m not so much a ‘morning person’. It takes about two good coffees to get me kick-started before breakfast. Of course, I live on a cattle property and have young children, so the chances of…
Ballet Burf-day
Violet has had a rather good start to the holidays. … Not only did Santa dutifully roll up last week at her Kindy to distribute the first batch of Christmas gifts… (and while we are at it, exactly HOW LONG…
More splash for your cash…
Don’t ask me why, but the two photos of Dash swimming (below) remind me of Bill Cosby… that wonderful American comedian which we would listen to on our cassette recorders as kids. (Yeah, I know. Old as the blinkin’ hills!)…
Bush invaded by shellfish!
We live inland – about three hours drive from the nearest salt water. One of the things SSB and I have had to adjust to (after moving here from a beachside locale) is the scarcity of seafood. Or rather the…
A little somethin’ special…
Please ignore my daughter’s unbrushed hair (we don’t call her fuzz-nut for nothin’) … And her scraped elbow (darn those tricky trikes on that hazardous patio racetrack) … But seriously, is this not one of the cutest things. Like ever?…
Red hot and little devils….
This week has been action packed at Granite Glen… as you may have gathered, it’s burning off time here. Old dry grass is being set alight to make way for sweet new growth to come through. It’s fun but dangerous…
Communing with Nana’s Chooks
I have a confession: I don’t like chooks*. (*If you are scratching your head, and you’re not from Down Under, see the panel to the right regarding some interpretations of Aussie lingo. If you can’t be bothered, then I’ll tell…