The last few months have been so many things. Bewildering, magical, overwhelming, everything I’ve ever daydreamed about, exhausting, bliss and such a privilege. I have not started back at nursing yet, Julian is working from home, and Noah’s having a gap year.
Since settling into Wombat Hill, our weekends have almost all been spent outside. Long summery weekends full of sweaty work, hats and sunscreen. Mostly building. There is a never ending list of building requirements. Especially as more animals find their way here.
Most mornings round here start with a bang – the ducks burst out of their house with indignant quacks and flap, waddle and dart off across the garden. The geese lurk about the apple trees, honking impatiently, waiting for me to fill
:: Noah and I shopped for soft mushy shades at Morris and Sons yesterday – he was in Melbourne, I was here at Wombat Hill – it was a lovely collaboration :: today’s the first Saturday we’ve all been at