I love listening to the sound of the trees soughing, when I do I feel very connected to the earth. Today, a quagmire of confused weather down here on the farm had me listening to the trees and then a moment later ducking for cover from the rain. I love Tasmania, I love that I live here. People still ask me if I miss old Blighty and I never ever answer in the affirmative. I think if you paid me, I wouldn't go back there. The more I see of the UK the more I know I am in the best most happiest place. Living on a farm, albeit a small one is the only place I want to be. I feel sorry for anyone who can't breath air that is healthy. This should be a fundamental right of every human being.
Looking forward to getting some pigs when we move. I have their names picked out already, Louden and Chester. Our lambs are due to be born tomorrow, and for the past week I have been wandering out every morning hoping to hear the babyish bleat of newborns, in case they came early, but alas, we are still waiting.
Once again, Ifan and I had the house to ourselves last night as we went out for tea and Morgaine stayed with grandma and grandpa. It was not as empty as last time she stayed away, but we do miss her so much. I am reading a great book at the moment ( and got time to read last night as I didn't have motherly duties to do ). It is called " 50 acres and a poodle ". I have a penchant for reading books about people who have made seachanges or something similar at the moment whilst I am on my downsizing quest. I am even drinking my tea out of a Cornishware mug right now because I feel like a country girl and I love being a country girl. That towny and city me that I spent so much energy on the past diminishes by the day...shops...yawn ! Loud noises....horrible.....traffic....heinous....the general public....not for me......vandals.....not my cup of tea, give me the soughing trees and darkness at night.
