Blowin’ in the wind

As I’ve said on this blog before, I often wake up around 2am, usually because I’m cold. In those cases I just pull up the doona and go back to sleep. But sometimes I can’t get straight back to sleep, so I just lie there resting, with one thing repetitively running through my mind.

Last night the one thing running through my mind, over and over again, was

The wind began to switch, the house to pitch

And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch

Just then the witch, to satisfy an itch

Came flying on her broomstick thumbing for a hitch

Yes – it got windy by Lake Cargelligo.

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Looking for a tree change? Don’t forget about the birds

If you’re thinking of moving to the country for the peace and quiet – don’t. You have no idea how noisy it is out here.

Out here in the middle of nowhere I wake up around 2-3am. And then it starts. I hear noises.

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The Mighty Murrumbidgee … and thousands of white cockatoos

I love this country, in all its moods.

When a drought breaks in Australia, it really breaks. Our farm is on the Murrumbidgee, one of Australia’s mighty rivers. It’s even called the Mighty Murrumbidgee. For a number of years it has been just a thin trickle, a shadow of its “Mighty” self. When we drive over the bridge on the way to the farm it looks like you could walk across it in parts.

Or that is – looked. Past tense. Because now the drought has broken and the Mighty Murrumbidgee is flowing again.

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From the cottage – Lovedale, Hunter Valley

A picture is worth a thousand words – so here are the pictures. Wirral Grange Cottage – we’ve already booked it again for next year.

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