I had grand plans since moving to the farm to take lots of photos. But I’ll be honest, it’s been freezing. And quite wet. Which makes such photos difficult. We are starting to get some nicer (although still cold) weather so hopefully my photo taking mojo will return. I’m knitting a lot, but again the photo taking of such isn’t really happening much either. Except on Instagram. There’s more photos happening on my phoneYou can see them HERE.
A week or so ago it was so cold that there was snow falling to 600 metres. Which meant the not so far away Mount Macedon might have had snow. Unfortunately by the time we go there after school, there was no actual snow. Although a few flakes fell on the car. And the boys found some left over ice. They were happy. The drive up the mountain (the back way) is quite eeriely beautiful. The mountain was covered in cloud. It’s just beautiful.
A few Monday’s ago the family had the sad task of saying goodbye to Rosie. Rosie had suffered a foot injury which was causing her a lot of pain. With cortisone not helping, the very difficult decision was made to relieve her suffering before it got worse. My boys were already quite taken with Rosie, and often asking if they could help feed her. We were up early with the sunrise to take some photos of Elysia with her beloved horse. The weather was extremely kind to us with an amazing sunrise which just added to the emotion of taking the below images. RIP Rosie xx
Little Miss’s hair is growing so fast, we are now having to tackle her with hair clips so it doesn’t fall in her face! She’s had a very mild cold lately which means we are quite grubby all the time, fighting me when I come near her with a tissue!
One of this weeks knitting “FO” (finished object) A pair of pants (based on the Picky Pants pattern by Theresa Belville, on Mosaic Moon’s Pictish Aran in the colourway “colibri” (the cuffs in Dryad Bulky “incantation”. Must admit I loath knitting in bulky yarn. I’m so uncoordinated with it!)
So much has changed with us. We’ve moved to the country… We are living in a very small space (it’s really not that small, but moving from a standard sized house it’s been a big change), the boys have started at a new school, Ash was recently diagnosed with labels which we knew were coming but are helping us help him, the boys now travel over 25 minutes to get to school, and 25 minutes home. To buy milk, we are 18 minutes away from getting such. A big change from what we were used to. ME not driving, and always living walking distance to the essentials we needed. Or thought we needed. Now, while I’m still not a driver,we have to plan ahead. A month ago I could put bub in a pram and be home within minutes with milk. There was a chemist, a bottle shop, a coffee shop. But not having that around the corner, and thinking ahead, and seriously working out what’s important has taught us a lot of things. That with a little planning we really do have everything we need. And what that thing is, to slow down, and take everything in. I’ve always felt I was time poor. I do still think I am. I have a 13 month old who out of my three children has been the most demanding. I have a child with ASD, and a child who just goes with the flow so much so that I have to stop myself sometimes. He’s pretty much the same height as his Mungy Eggs, (Aunty Megs!) basically a pre-teenager. And he’s a beautiful child who is missing his best friend and the social network he’d built up back in Point Cook.
I have a business. Which somehow with the debilitating pregnancy and all that followed I’ve practically neglected. I have plans for the business. We bought land. We are going to build a house. And with that house will come my business’s first real studio. And it’s all going to be pretty epic……
But within the last 24 months, there has been certain things/situations that have left me feeling very not myself. A certain situation happened and i’ve lost all confidence in who I thought I was. In the this process, I’ve discovered a lot about myself, and what is really important. WHO is important. Obviously my family came first. But this is a given… Isn’t it? FAMILY comes first, and as crazy as it sounds was my undoing. Putting my family first above all others, has lead me to realise that sometimes the people we surround ourselves with are not the people we should. And more importantly that I’ve spent way too much time focusing on them and not what really matters. Well that changed a while ago, but I think it will be a long process to really be over.
So after that little cryptic essay, here’s some scenes from recently… and hopefully I get into the flow of sharing images when they are actually taken, and not weeks after!
Talking to the cows…