Saturday, 21 May 2022

How Magical is the Arrival of Spring?

 Sunday 15 May

It was a long journey to Prince Edward Island, Canada, but oh, how worth it for the joy of being with family and experiencing the unfurling of spring each day.

It has been a very long winter on the island. The first snow fell in early December. Many storms followed, along with miserable weather right up until about a week ago. On waking Monday morning it appeared to me to be still winter, as a dark cloudy sky, wind, and a chilly 10 C temperature, greeted us. After breakfast, we took a brisk walk around Victoria Park, and even the locals were rugged up. Later, our son Stuart collected us from our B&B and I couldn't help but notice the golden glow of the dandelions poking their heads up everywhere. Since then, they have created cheerful carpets wherever I look.

The trees were leafless and stark to look at. Yet, they too have been bursting into bud and quickly unfurling their delicate, lustrous, light green leaves.

Victoria Park

On our first morning, I was thrilled each time I spotted an emerging flower or fern.

This lovely, bright flowering shrub must be the portent to spring, as it was well and truly in flower and in many gardens.

Day two - spring was just so evident.

Stuart's trees.

The trees several doors along.


Cornwall, where Stuart lives.

Tulips and a carpet of white and mauve violets!

Bonshaw Hills Provincial Park
At first glance, we thought this tree had succumbed to the winter winds. Look closely and you will discover as we did, new branches sprouting.

So tiny and delicate.

The trees outside our unit's back door were glowing in the 9 pm sunset light. 

The sunsets have been rather special too!

Spring has been wondrous, but the real magic is the overflowing joy of watching our Grandchildren running, laughing, exploring, touching and sharing this wonder with us.

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Tuesday, 10 May 2022

Busy Times on the Farm - Part 2 [Easter 2022]

17 - 21 April 

A visit to the farm is good for the soul. Add in some 'hard yakka' and it is sheer bliss!

[hard yakka, strenuous labour -  Aussie slang derived from the Yagara language of the Brisbane region, for whom yaga meant 'work'.]


After weeks and weeks of constant and heavy rain, my cousin Robert had found it impossible to keep the grass mown in the house paddock. The day prior to my arrival he had used the tractor and slasher, to try and mow the lower section, which was completely overgrown. He had to give up, as the ground was too soft. The mown grass was so thick that the couch grass underneath was going to die. With no rake to add to the tractor to move it, it became a physical workout. We took turns in raking and loading. 

It was then a 200 m drive to the bonfire pile to unload.

Boggy gate entrance to manouvre.

The unloading was delayed, as I couldn't resist photographing this tiny gully with the exposed roots of a Norfolk Pine Tree. Note the fencepost which would have come before the tree. The tree would have been from a seed dropped by a bird sitting on the post.

This phenomenon was pointed out to me by Robert in another field. [below]  I had noted that the field had been bordered by Camphor laurel trees and assumed they had been planted by Granddad. No, Granddad fenced the field and the birds perched on the posts.

Back to work.

The afternoon was spent with my driving the ride-on, mowing the vegetable paddock, while Robert used the whipper snipper on the long grass edges.

New ride-on. Still looked after well.

Evening glow as we relaxed after a rewarding day's work.


Magical dawn and then a day in town at the Historical Society, researching Granddad's involvement in the Kyogle community. I am retyping his memoirs and want to add additional information, if possible.


The new ride-on had completed 11 hours of mowing, so it was time for its first oil and air filter change. It took most of the morning and was not the easy task Rob was told it would be.  I got busy with the old push mower. Remember them! At least it wouldn't have got bogged. Yes, it has been very wet.

By 4pm the house paddock had been completely mown. I was looking forward to a wine under the pergola and I was hoping Rob would suggest that we light the firepit.

No, but he came up with a much better plan!
We loaded the 4-wheeler and headed up the back of the property for sunset. I could think of no better finale for this wonderful return to the farm!




And a hair raising drive back through the long grass to the house! Such fun!

Work on the farm in the 1940's or there abouts. Uncle Stan with his cousin Kevin.

In the background is the Moreton Bay Fig tree of the previous post.

Granddad was only 18 or 19 when pig droving. 

A wonderful visit, but an even more exciting visit is now only 4 sleeps away. On Thursday, [12th May] we fly to Sydney for 3 nights. On Sunday 15th, we finally board an Air Canada flight to Vancouver, Montreal, and Charlottetown, to long awaited cuddles and kisses from our Grandchildren. We have been trying to isolate to be healthy for our departure, hence time to catch up on my blogging.

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