Good morning, luvs! It’s been a tad quiet around here lately thanks to yours truly catching a rare virus that is only supposed to affect animals. Lovely. 🙂 So I’m battling fevers and nausea and shakes and whatnot, but getting a bit better each day. Never a dull moment around here!
In happier news – IT’S AUTUMN!!! My very favorite time of year in Queensland, Australia. Everything is lush and green, mornings and evenings are cool enough to require hot cuppas and warm flannels, and the sunshine is absolutely heavenly. I’m loving every second of it.
This weekend I got to relive my childhood a bit when Bear and I went to pick up a load of hay for our goats. Turns out our friend Jim was way out in the boonies cutting hay, so we went off-roading through the fields to find him.
It was so fun to drive along creeks, bouncing around hills and past grazing cows who could hardly be bothered to spare us a glance.
At last we found Jim motoring through the fields in his big red tractor.
After a chat, I clambered in the back, giving my seat to Jim. Although he gallantly offered to take my place, I cheerily sent him back to the air-conditioned comfort up front. There was no way I was giving up a chance to ride in the back of the ute like I used to ride in the back of my Grandpa’s station wagon as a kid on the Alberta prairies.
It was just as bumpy, dusty, and hot as I remembered, but I was happy as can be while clinging to the tailgate and trying not to flop about too much as we jounced over hillocks and rocks.
We bumped past scenes straight out of Ireland with great lichen-covered boulders jutting out of emerald green hills.
We jostled through flower-filled hay fields and lurched back up into the paddocks.
By the time the ride was over I was hot and sweaty with grit in my teeth and a fine coating of dust and hay over my entire person, but I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
I eased my stiff self out of the back and emerged into a meadow full of flowers. All I needed was an ice cream cone to make my trip down memory lane complete.
What’s your favorite memory from your weekend?