I grew up at Parkes.
On a farm.
Can you tell?
Bill says that I speak Goonumblish... (feel free to google Goonumbla if you like). At this point I usually draw a comparison between our HSC marks. But we wont go there.....
He grew up on a farm too - his argument is not sound.
So on a recent trip home to drop off my mother (who had kindly minded my children whilst I went to the workshop mentioned in a previous post....she also speaks Goonumblish.....I don't know what she and Bill talked about whilst I was gone....) I took a few photos.
This is in our front paddock.
It is her best impression of a reindeer.
I am thinking of using it for our Christmas cards.
This exercise also reminded me of something that is virtually non-existent on the coast where we live.
Bindies, grass seeds, prickles, corkscrews....I dont know technically what they are, but I spent the next 3 hours pulling them out of our clothes and shoes. I had to pull them out of Tara's clothes as well because, well frankly she didn't want to go down there anyway and seeing as I made her, then I should have to fix the resultant problems as well.
But that was all a practice for the next day when I took photos of this lovely family
Don't you love their faces in this next one? So much fun!
oh, and if you want to know how to get a lounge in the middle of your front paddock, this is the way you do it...
I had to drag Tara away crying (it always looks bad when your assistant bursts into tears).
She wanted to keep this:
She wanted to call him Lucky.
Lucky all right.....lucky he didnt have to come with us. I've seen what it takes to get her to feed our 'other not so cute and cuddly any more' dog. You were lucky Lucky.
And we stopped for one quick shot in the grape vines on the way home (you are correct, there are no grape vines at Goonumbla...this was at Cowra). Where we stood in yet another patch of burs and transferred them to our car. If any come up in our lawn, I wont be happy....