Sunday, August 19, 2012
Day at the farm
Today some friends and I drove out of town for over an hour to spend the day at another friend's beautiful farm in the Monaro region.
There were sheep and lambs! Teeny baby lambs! And alpacas (not as cute as the lambs).
And sadly some poddy lambs (one died while we we there. Not one of these though). :(
The big wide Murrumbidgee ran at the bottom of the property. I could imagine swimming here on hot summer days (not so much while it's snow-fed though, like it is during winter)
I have long dreamed of one day owning a small property outside of town, where we can have a mahoosive vegie patch and pigs and ducks and chooks and did I mention pigs? We'd have a Rayburn cooker and bake all our own bread and make lots of lovely cheese with the milk from our cow. I mentioned a cow, didn't I?
But the reality is the farming life really isn't for me no matter how much I dream about it. My grandad and dad were farmers, admittedly in the centre of Brisbane in the days (not too long ago!) when they had farms in the centre of Brisbane. My husband grew up on a farm in the middle of whoop whoop and brought up pigs for pocket money. My brothers-in-law still farm. Farming is such hard work and for such little gain. Poddy lambs die in front of your eyes. Floods happen and you lose your entire flock including your prize ram, which is what happened to my brother-in-law last year. And there is no avoiding that I like the convenience to my local quilt shop and the corner supermarket and being able to pop up to my local coffee shop when I want to meet with friends.
But I will continue visiting my friend out in the country, sit on the verandah with her overlooking the Murrumbidgee, and keep dreaming anyway.