Sunset at harvest time echo’s with the rumble of trucks, headers, bikes, utes, tractors and chaser bins. The men and women work in sync as the grain is cut from the paddock to the header, from the header to the chaser bin, from the chaser bin to the truck and from the truck to storage. In our case the grain ends up at Bribbaree silos or in silos and storage bags on farm. Howard and I look at the grain prices in the heat of the day and decide to sell some wheat while the price jumps a little higher. A big brown snake turns up at the office door and three of the men stop work to try and remove him from the garden to no avail. Howard ducks home late and mows the grass low so we can see the snake on his return, while I be a good farmers wife and attend to the chicken casserole and scones. Its funny how everyone is happy to do huge hours each day, sometimes from 7.30 am until 10pm or later, as long as we are fed well. What is in your lunch box is suddenly of great import
This blog began in 2013 as a farmers wife wanting to know more about running the farm. It quickly evolved into an online journal, a place to share all aspects of my life and my passion for rural wellness. I am a mother, writer, Dru meditation and yoga therapist and an Ayurveda Health Coach. In 2023 I began a novel about rural life which has been both challenging and deeply satisfying.