A little while ago, for a little while, i woke early in the morning and drove through autumn weather to see the lovely georgia, a fresian cow. After a little bit of a 'i-dont-really-know-you-so-i-might-try-to-scare-you' phase, she let me milk her.
The rhythm of getting up and going to milk a cow every morning confirmed what i guess i've always known: i am indeed a closet farmer, or a farmer without a farm. One day... not too much longer...
We may or may not be in a sugar-induced coma by tonight. I feel a raw vegetable week coming on....
Yes Friends, its that time of the year.....having past late summer, it is now 'later summer'. Because surely it cannot be autumn if there has not been a day under 30 degrees for over a week, next week is looking equally as hot, and i am spending my days on the beach. Yesterday at a packed beach (labour day long weekend is like a mini-version of summer holiday tourism!), we swam/were dunked by 8foot surf (seriously, i've never seen such big swell here!!), in such sweltering heat that i thought i would loose all access to my intelligence not already affected by breast-feeding! Luckily, i did not, hence the insistence of late summer.... lets keep it at that.
I am in complete denial about the changing seasons. To me, it is 'late summer'. yep, thats my story and i'm sticking to it. Although there have been a few little changes, like dinner and surf EVERY NIGHT at the beach, just really trying to soak in this 'late summer' before it turns into.... well, 'later summer'!
Walked to the beach at the end of our street with a friend, thinking about how dry everything is: the trees, the grass, the shrubs, not to mention the vegetable garden or flowers.. when we got to the real coastal shrubs, the tea tree, its as if the rainfall (or lack thereof) is irrelevant, its quite un unchanging landscape. I've really come to love it. Now they represent Home, these tea tree bushes.
