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Jul
22

The jonquils, this year, are just beautiful!

I’ve just come in from hanging some clothes on the line and the slight breeze wafted their scent all the way over to where I was standing. What a joy something like that can bring to such a mundane task!

When we first moved to this house, I spent hours weeding and cleaning up the garden. It hadn’t been lived in for some time and the outside resembled a jungle – a nice one though, because the kids loved making a cubby under the trees or playing hide and seek among the tall grasses (that was fine until we worked out how many snakes were here!)

But as autumn turned to winter, suddenly all the barren ground I had ear-marked for annuals or new plants erupted with flowering bulbs! It was like discovering a chest of treasure – you never knew what was going to pop out of the ground next!

It was a lovely discovery and I certainly appreciated the hard work someone before me has put into this unloved garden of mine!

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Jul
14

It’s been pretty cold here lately!  And it’s school holidays.

As much as the kids like to help, sometimes our jobs involve things that they just can’t do, so when we arrived at the sheep yards at 6:15am and it was bitter and frosty, the kids took exception to being involved with our farming life! (As you would, if you were dragged out of bed at 5:30am, made to eat breakfast in the car and then realised how cold it was!)

As a sweetener I sent them to collect some sticks, bark and wood and said they could have a fire while we worked. That cheered them up no end, as did the hot chocolate they found when they opened their thermos. (See! Mum isn’t all bad!)

Anthony, Shaun and I were sure that the wonderful scent of wood burning actually made us feel warmer too.

After the sun finally worked it’s magic, the humour was much better and we enjoyed watching the kids play with Rocket and kick the footy while we worked.

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Jul
13

On a beautiful Sunday morning the kids had the job of shifting a mob of sheep (I always go with them but hang right back or right at the front to slow the ewes down, so I’m there if they need help.)

Today they took their bikes and two dogs – Rocket, the Jack Russell, a well known sheep dog (um… or so Rochelle tells me! I beg to differ!) and the brand new pup called Buck, as in ‘Buckaroo’.

We got Buck late last week from the Kelpie Breeder, Nan Lloyd, and he is a going to be a tearaway! From the moment I picked him up, he barked, run, jumped, chewed and every other normal thing a puppy does, but he seems to do it with a lot more intent!

So as I sat in the warmth and comfort of my ute slowing the ewes down, the slave labour were out in the freezing cold on their bikes moving the sheep!

There were red noses, runny noses, dogs barking, fights and then making up, bikes running into each other and general chaos! All the while the sheep drifted along without much ado – they seemed to know they were off to a better paddock.

Buck showed off his skills as the new working dog, rounding the lambs up with their mums watching closely.

We all had a fabulous time this morning and one of the best bits was that I managed to write two chapters of Purple Roads, while all this was going on!

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Jul
12

In my few travels around the country and around where I live, I am always amazed at the women who do incredible things. Most of these women don’t think they’re extraordinary, but I can assure you they are.

I wanted to introduce you to some of the ones I’ve met – their stories are sometimes heart warming, sometime heart breaking, but everyone of them is a rainbow of hope, of inspiration and achievement.

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Meet Gabbi Bresnehan:  I first met Gabbi when she joined my Facebook page to let me know how much she enjoyed Red Dust. I was lucky enough to meet her face to face in Tasmania when I travelled down there for Agfest.

We have a few things in common: farming, kids… but as I learnt more about her, I found out that she had won Tasmania’s Rural Woman of the Year and was about to head to Canberra for the national awards. Sue Middleton, from WA, won the overall award, but Gabbi’s not disappointed. She told me the whole experience was one that she had enjoyed and the women that she met through the award will be friends for life.

This is her story:

A fifth generation farmer who moved to her uncle’s 400ha property Tiger Point at Levendale (Tasmania) five years ago as manager, Gabbi has maintained the breeding nucleus of the Tiger Point Texel Stud and runs a small number of beef cattle.

Although her initial background was in cooking and retail foods, she changed her focus to crisis care, and three years ago was approached by Aussie Helpers to manager their operation in Tasmania’s drought-affected regions.  The role involved coordinating farm visits, fodder drives and distributing food hampers.

But Gabbi found her main calling was acting as a referral service to the various drought network aid organizations, as well as offering social and emotional support to a multitude of suicidal, depressed and emotionally fragile rural men, women and children.

While Aussie Helpers ceased its Tasmanian presence in July 2009, Gabbi says there remains a clear need for a similar support service as “the phone calls haven’t stopped”.

“Farmers are still initiating contact and a lot of the women – after carrying the can for so many years – are having their episodes of not coping.  They’ve made it through the drought and realized all their focus was on their farm and not their relationship.”

“Once women start to crumble the whole foundation of the family starts to break away.”

“They were strong through the drought but the last few months too many families have been going their own way.  In some cases it’s resulted in the sale of the farm, with hubby borrowing even more to keep it going whilst a lot of other couples are still in the fighting process.”

Gabbi said she still acted as a referral service, putting rural people in contact with the service they required.  But with no financial support, her own foundation has started to crumble from the stress.  There’s no doubt, when you’re down even more hardship gets thrown in your path and finding a way out becomes even harder.

Gabbi knows from experience the hardship that follows knock-back after knock-back.  But she is determined to gain financial support for rural people in need.

With a northern operative in David Fisher ready to take on the service role, Gabbi is well poised to see to the Southern service and business side of things once funding does finally filter through.

“I’ve drawn up a five-year business plan and am in the process of setting up an incorporated body and getting a board together.  I’ve been sourcing funds as Rural Ark when with St Vincent de Paul but am unsure whether we will continue with that name.”   Gabbi is now backed by Westpac Banking.

“Everything takes so much time, energy and money.”

“Of course I have low days when physically I can’t do what I need to support others in the way I have been.

In the meantime I’ll support people in the best way I can until something more concrete comes up.  Then I’ll be knocking on all doors I can to pull in help.”

Gabbi said the drought brought the current wave of depression in the rural community to a head – it was the nail in the coffin or last straw for most.   She said the problems had always been there but the longevity of the drought had broken so many rural families.

“I’ve been isolated for only a few years on the farm – I couldn’t begin to imagine what women felt who had been isolated for years longer.  But having experienced some of what they were going through, I thought I could help and, obviously, so did Aussie Helpers when they approached me.”

“It doesn’t matter how many courses you do, until you’ve experienced it first-hand, nothing prepares you.  Luckily all the skills I’d learnt in all my jobs contributed to getting the show on the road and getting help to follow”

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Jul
05

Anthony and I were shifting sheep from one farm to another when we came across these two foxes sitting in the middle of the road.

As we all know, foxes aren’t native to Australia and cause immense amount of damage to our native fauna. They’re also a foe to new born lambs. They are instinctive killers and will work in pairs to trap a ewe with twins into protecting one lamb, leaving the other one by its self for the foxes’ evening meal. I’ve seen lambs with mortal damage, still alive with its mum standing over it, willing it to live. Foxes are downright cruel.

This time of the year, the foxes are a bit starry eyed. Love affected! It’s time for them to pair up for mating season. We often see them together, in  dizzy oblivion to the rest of the world. I was almost on top of these two before they realized I was there – hard to hide in a big white ute with a grumbling diesel engine, I know!

I managed to snap this photo before they ran off, but I’m hoping we might see them again on our rounds at night.

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Jun
28

Every Sunday morning, on ABC radio, Macca has a segment called, ‘Why I live where I live.’ Well I think I’ve talked about this last few blogs, so I’m just going to show you some photos of last evening.

There was a partial eclipse then – Saturday the 27th June – which we watched over a few hours. But these photos are the prelude to that event.

The moon rising over Thomas River (which runs thorugh our farm, down to the beach.)

This was an awesome view, but I wasn’t quite quick enough with my camera. If you look really closely you’ll see some Kangaroos hoping on the horizon. We were driving up from the bottom of the gully and saw about thirty kangaroos hopping in front of the moon.

And this was the view from the opposite direction, as the sun sank on another day.

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Jun
23

I was up at a friend’s house this weekend and I was captivated by her garden.

As everyone who visits my blog knows,  I’m not a gardener, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying beautiful ones.

Sue has a spectacular garden – a mixture of succulents and cottage plants, roses and bushes. She also grows wonderful fruit trees and has a fantastic veggie patch! Every time I go to see her I come away inspired (unfortunately that only lasts for the trip home and then I see my straggly mess!).

This fence is a new feature in her garden! Isn’t awesome? And what a fantastic use for  your old boots – certainly is a much better idea than the new working pup getting hold of them and leaving pieces of leather all over the lawn.

She has also built her own stone wall  that I was eyeing off today, but I’ve since decided that’s far outside of my level of expertise, although I do have a spot and some spare sleepers lying around. I think this fence is within my capabilities! And there’s always many pairs of tired old boots lying around!

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Jun
15

The phone call came at lunch time: ‘Fleur, would you come and pick your child up, please? She’s had slight accident and needs to go to hospital.’

Enough to strike fear into the heart of any mother, let alone one that was about 10km away from her car, in a clapped out tractor, feeding out hay to cows.

‘Uh,‘  I stuttered, ‘What happened?’

‘She’s had a fall and she’s either badly sprained her ankle or it’s broken. We think the latter.’

Hell.

I must give the teacher her due. She was amazingly calm as she delivered the news, which helped put my mind at ease… Until she asked: ‘How long will you be? ’her voice quavered just slightly.

I admit, I stopped before I answered and listened intently. Nope, couldn’t hear the walls of the school being screamed down, via the phone.

‘Give me twenty five minutes.’

I looked at my hungry cows, staring at me over the gate, giving the occasional ‘feed me’ bellow. They seemed to understand they weren’t about to get fed.  Not anytime soon.  A 220km round trip to town, with a possible three hour wait at the hospital…

‘Sorry girls,’ I threw over my shoulder as I hurtled down the driveway, dialing hubby’s mobile phone.

‘Child number one, fallen, with a possible broken ankle,’ I report. ‘What shall I do with child number two? Can you pick him up off the bus?’

‘Take him with you,’ was the reply from the tractor – he was seeding.

Great.  A “hard to entertain” child, in the hospital waiting room and, one (most likely) squawking with pain.  It was just getting better and better!

I may have broken speed limit to get to school.

As I may have unlawfully used my mobile phone to phone a friend, to distract me on the drive to school. Only may have.

Walk in. There’s my poor baby lying pale faced on a camp bed, with feet in the air.  My heart just about fell out of my chest.

‘Don’t think it’s broken,’ the calm registrar (also a friend) tells me. ‘She can move it. If it’s still really tender tomorrow, take her to the doctor. Ice, elevation and rest.’

Thankful for the unruffled and practical advice, (me? I’m not at all practical, unless it’s to do with farming. And if it involves my kids, I panic) we carried her out and dumped her on the back seat of the car, amidst much gasping and crying.

‘Please don’t hit the bumps, Mum,’ was requested – I did try not to, but, on gravel roads and substandard bitumen ones, well, sometimes the potholes are the size of Tasmania!

Home, and once again she was half carried and half dragged inside, dumped on the lounge (since when did my baby get to stage I couldn’t carry her?) Panadol, ice, elevation, doona, book, remote control, phone, ‘oh, and some socks please, Mum . My other foot is freezing!’ The list went on, but finally she was comfortable enough for me to go back to my hungry cows.

Get about half a kilometere down the drive and my mobile rings. ‘Mum, I need to go to the toilet and I can’t walk there.’

Back home again.

Back on the couch again.

Back to my hungry cows again.

The poor girls did finally get fed, but I almost missed the school and ended up hurtling down the drive to meet the school bus with the excruciatingly embarrassing old tractor. (‘Mum why couldn’t you come down in the John Deere?! Asked child number two.) Why indeed?

Postscript to the story:

Ankle still swollen and injured child unable to walk, the next day. Trip to Doctor netted a set of crutches and a broken foot.

Is there a moral to the story?  Do not ever give a child that can’t walk a bell!

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Jun
08

I hear rainbows have magic powers! Well, here’s hoping it can fix my garden! This was our view as I took the kids to the school bus last week.

A rainbow ends on my farm… that’s got to be good.  After all, they’re supposed to have a pot of gold at the end, aren’t they? I wonder what other powers they have and if there would be any chance of the glittery, shiny end of the rainbow helping the plants in my garden. Maybe if it was  somewhere between the lemon tree (that seems to have a strange leaf curling disease) and the rosemary bushes (that have a white fungus/moldy looking thing on them) it might be able to make them thrive again. Or, could its magic powers be so strong, that it simply just makes me like gardening?

Most people would assume that if you’re a good farmer, you’re a good gardener. I mean, the skills follow on from each other!  You would think it’s important that to be a farmer, that I was also a good gardener. We do grow crops and feed for stock and  that involves gardening skills. Even the words sound similar: farmer/gardener.  But nope, I think it’s safe to say that the love of gardening has bypassed me all together! My sister has it, as has my mum and Nana before her. Nana enjoyed both cooking and gardening; one of the things I remember as a child, were her beautiful white camellias growing on the verandah- a piece of paradise in a hot, arid environment.

Well, I got the cooking gene, but nothing else! My garden is doomed to be a blob of straggly plants around the house, while the paddocks flourish (when it rains) with green grass and four tonne crops!

I love nice gardens. I particularly love roses, nice lawns, Salvias and Snap Dragons. I just can’t seem to keep them alive. Within days of being home they, at worst, wither and die, at best they just look sick! And if it’s somewhere in the middle, the rabbits have eaten the tips off them. Humph!

Anthony’s favourite saying, when I bring seedlings home from town  is: ‘What victims have you got this time?’

I really do seem to have my ambitions and capabilities mixed up in this case

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May
27

It was the most beautiful morning! Calm, clear and not cold, which was nice!

The atmosphere pulled me outside for my morning coffee, which was just lovely – especially since it seemed the kids had got out of bed on the wrong side today. It quiet out there and with old retired Rexy (the dog) at my heels, we wandered down to the sheds, breathed in the crisp air and enjoyed the green grass; the cattle camped up, the sheep nearby and their lambs playing.

These little things are such a joy after the dry times.

So my amazing week has included 80mm of rain and green grass! The best present anyone could have given to us.

It’s also included news that I’ve been short-listed for the Australian Book Industry Awards, in the Newcomers/debut authors section. A huge surprise and I feel really humbled to have been even thought of, let alone included!

Congratulations also must go to Allen and Unwin for being shortlisted for many awards, including Publisher of the Year. A& U authors, Craig Silvey (for Jasper Jones) Christos Tsiolkas (The Slap), Alex Miller (Love Song), Justine Larbalestier (Liar), Thomas Keneally (Australians: Origins to Eureka) and Leigh Hobbs (Mr chicken goes to Paris) have all been short-listed in various categories.

Rachael Treasure has also been short-listed for General Fiction Book of the Year. I think the fact that there are two contemporary rural fiction writers represented, shows that our genre is important in Australian fiction.

So there you have it: rain, green grass and a short-listing. That’s my amazing week.

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