My Day

Meg came home yesterday afternoon and brought Thai and Indian for dinner. This morning we had breakfast together and sat out in the warm sun on the steps with the 3 four leggers. Drewy was in Warwick, recovering from a big 21st party.

The McL's came for a visit and to pick up 3 wyandottes for Connar. We haven't seen them for a while so it was nice to catch up.

We cooked semi-dried tomatoes from scratch. The smell wafting through the kitchen was to die for.

The end result - totally delicious; I ate quite a few on their own. On pizzas or with crackers and dip they will be sensational. I couldn't capture their beautiful, rich, golden red colour but they look quite amazing in the jar in the sunlight.

We also roasted some garlic in oil and then preserved it to use in stews, casseroles and soups over the next little while.

The 2 heads only made half a jar; they smell great.

We sent the angus weaners, a charolais weaner and a dry angus cow off to tomorrow's sale. With cattle prices at fairly horrendous levels we're hoping for a semi reasonable result.

Meg left mid-afternoon to go back to Tba. She took Nae with her for another block of tafe lessons.

G and I went to town for a coffee and ended up at one of the quieter establishments due to the more popular one being over-crowded and about to close. We had 2 cups of tea and a scone for the price of one coffee at the cafe up the road. I thought I was back at the 1960's kitchen table at "Doomben"; the tea was hot and the scone, very good.

We went to visit Peter at his ultra neat house and yard. It's very peaceful.

We all grew up with guns and learnt to shoot and handle firearms at a young age. Both brothers were professional shooters for years. I wouldn't say Peter is a greenie now but he encourages the local wildlife into his garden. These green parrots were enjoying the grain mix that he puts out; he said the rainbow lorikeets and cockatoos were due in any time for their daily dose. We could hear the doves cooing in the chinese star jasmine trellis.

Everything about his yard is neat. This is the grey water channel that runs through a little hedge, turns a corner then runs to one of the many bamboo clumps that he has growing.

Looking towards the farm from the hill just out of town. If you know what you're looking for you can see where the front of the farm is - just behind the row of trees (beyond the dark green crop) that go from left to right; the shed roof (the little patch of silver), the left hand boundary fence running up behind it to the top of the hill; the concrete tank in the middle of the photo and the line of trees on the right hand boundary, going up the hill.

When we got home Gibbo walked the cows back to their paddock and I started planting the vege garden.