When our middle child was only a baby we decided to get a second dog to keep our first neurotic city dog company as we had moved to the country and had heaps more room for pets.
We drove out to a remote farm one cold winter afternoon and were shown around a lovely farm yard by a friendly farmer’s wife. There was a litter of puppies that we had merely gone to “look” at. We were not bringing one home that night. We weren’t ready. We didn’t have a place for it yet. Blah, blah. Etc Etc.
Obviously we fell madly in love with a puppy who fell madly in love with us and we drove home in the dark, cold night cuddling a whimpering and disorientated puppy who we named Moose. We had actually gone out there looking for a dark chocolate pup we were going to call “Mousse” and came back with a grey/brown one who looked more the colour of the antlered animal to us.
It pooed in my excellent vegie patch and pulled out the seedlings. It screamed like a tiny baby to come in every night which would have been okay but I was exhausted from having an “actual” tiny baby so I had no energy left. Luckily it was as cute as a button!
The dog grew from a puppy and became the boss of all dogs at our house (past and present). It never did calm down our other dog. In fact, it had no time for the crazy, nervous disposition of our first dog..
It was bred to be a sheep dog and it is single minded in its pursuit of tennis balls. It can find a ball anywhere even in grass higher than its head!
Moose has saved our life by finding and alerting us to a brown snake in our back paddock.
She is obsessive, clever, loyal and sweet natured.
We are really lucky to have found this happy-go-lucky, low-key, friendly, protective family member.
A few weeks ago we had a serious windstorm (pretty wild here today as well) so instead of rushing out and tying things down or anything sensible, I grabbed the camera and took photos of all my spring flowers.
This peach tree is a miracle. I bought it as an ornamental flowering apricot tree for $3.00 at a fete at our local old aged hostel a number of years ago. Actually I bought three and this is the only survivor.
Imagine my surprise and delight when it not only survived my disorganised gardening regime and our harsh Australian environment to be beautiful and actually produce heaps of fruit! Peaches instead of apricots but I’m not complaining.
Anyway, it lost all its blossom that day and is now covered in miniature fruit.
If I can beat the cockatoos to the peaches (at least some of them) I’ll be thrilled!
I have only been blogging and tweeting for a month but already it has changed my life in many ways. I have found inspirational people, stories and quotes that help me through the day (or night). I have kept up with political, social and world news that used to pass me by in the constant whirl of my child centric life. I have been in contact with people who have family situations like mine and who share observations (funny, sad, odd or beautiful) about living in an extraordinary family. People from all over the world have been generous and kind and thoughtful and interested in what I have to say.
It makes me hopeful. Thank you. Keep up the good work, world! And goodnight.
(thanks to Minnie Ripperton for the title of this blog. I love that song. Also I can be found on twitter at Lucy@threewishes4me )
My husband, children and I spent a lot of time exploring our town’s gorgeous river this winter.
We had picnics, fished at sunset, made dams, explored the old town pool ruins, wore gum boots and walked in the shallows and ventured across to a reedy island created by the last flood!
We bought our first rod and reel fishing line for our son who asks if we can go fishing many times a week! Then we couldn’t use it! We spent ages fiddling with it and tangling the line and repeating! The girls were happy to fish on hand lines while we attempted to get the rod going and then we all lost interest and started making dams with the big smooth grey rocks. Some of the dams took hours and lots of hard work to make and would actually change the course of the river which was oddly satisfying!
My husband made boats with paper and the kids floated them down the river to see how far they could get before sinking. Much competition and yelling ensued as boats raced towards tiny rapids and bends in the river.
We took delicious snacks, chairs and picnic blankets and sat on the river bank watching the sun set early over reeds and gum covered hills. The red sky swirling above the roaring river was deliciously memorable.
While I minded the picnic, my husband took the kids off on adventures down the river bank and through the water. They clambered over huge hollow logs and under willow branches to look for treasures and find new paths along the river.
Now it is getting warmer and the snakes will be coming back out for summer. We will pack up our picnics and gumboots and hold our breathe until the pool opens for the hot season when our town gets a roasting.
But we all love our river and we had a wonderful winter time playing “Tom Sawyer” along its lovely banks.