What a difference a year makes


What a difference a year makes. This time in 2015, my daughter and I were hanging out in Melbs waiting for the last concert in the Taylor Swift 1989 World Tour. Do you know it feels like a life time ago, yet I can remember everything so clearly.

It had been a fairly tough year, what with getting a divorce and all the yucky things which go with that. I remember feeling displaced. We were living in a tiny house in Esperance and although it was a lovely area and only three streets from the beach (and we had great friends as our neighbours – Jan just in case you’re reading this!)  it was still very enclosing after living on farm for twenty odd years.

Taylor was a present to ourselves.


So here we are, another twelve months on and we’ve shifted to a few acres just on the outskirts of Esperance and I’m back helping out on farms again.

There is something very majestic about big silos’ full of grain. This is barley. I guess I look at this silo and think: ‘There’s some money going to be coming in very shortly.’ That’s certainly what I think every time I see a grain truck heading to the silos!


This is wheat up close and personal.


On Prickle Farm, there’s quite a few tree lines like this one. I had been walking  to chase some lambs out; can’t get the ute in here. The lambs have been on barley and their stomachs are a bit upset with the richness of the feed. When that happens we need to keep a fairly close eye on them, for flies and a few other things.

I love walking through here – it always makes me feel like I’m in the Enchanted Wood or a forrest somewhere. Yes, you may laugh because it doesn’t look that thick, but the atmosphere is different in amongst the trees – cooler, more birds, peaceful.

Being out here, on the farm, is certainly my happy place. It gives me space to think about what I’m writing, clears my head and gets rid of all the anxiety that being in town seems to bring to me.


With harvest, comes summer, dust and heat. You have to be a bit careful on the roads with amount of trucks around. As you can see, the dust in very thick and you can’t often see what’s coming the other way.


Remember that barley in the silo at the beginning of the post? Well this is it, heading to town, in the truck – off to make us some money so our Rotary club that dispense it to people in need. 🙂

If you’re reading this blog and you’re a farmer; leave me a comment about your harvest. I’d love to hear. Or if you’ve had a rough twelve months and are coming out the other side, I’d love to hear about that too, if you want to share. I’ve learned that  twelve months is a long time and so much can change… For the better.



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