Wednesday, 15 January 2014

..the ones who have flourished



by Simone McPherson
For the past three months or so Lily pup and I have been walking up to the horse sheds, around 2kms there and another 2kms back.  Apart for being a little misguided to be doing such a thing in this soaring heat there is the other aspect of which is - we will be getting back on the horses for mustering soon and I being a rookie rider do not find the transition for the most part a relaxed interchange at all.

For Lily pup it is good exercise in this heat so that she will be acclimatised when work starts up again in February and there is the added incentive of a lovely cool wade in the dam along the way.  


While out on the job a few days ago we got a flat, which is nothing really to worry about as we change the tyre and off we go again …

… though on this occasion it did not work out quite that way, you see El Ranchero had taken out the tool box with all the tools that he needed to change the tyre with ...

… it was late afternoon so we finished up and then we began the march home slithering under fences like snakes as all the fences were LIVE, slipping and sliding down gullies then picking up cattle tracks, following them through the bush and then 45mins or so later we arrived home, huffing and puffing as the last 20mins were up hill – I thought I was getting fitter with my walks to the horse shed?

The next morning we were out to change the tyre and to get moving again …

Max and Lily pup made good use of the ‘down’ time as the sharp rocks that punctured the tyre happened to be near a dam … so you can image where they decided was the best place to be …

As for myself?, well as you can appreciate in moments like these, the best place to be, was to be far away from a man when he is changing a tyre under these conditions … sharp rocks, spiky grasses that go right through your jeans, prickles that are sharper than needles, meat ants give you a bite from hell and then there are all those bush flies and the heat … 

… so I decided that under the shade of a tree would be a healthier place to wait.

That week too, we also had to make a dash into our nearest big town to pick up some fencing gear that we had been waiting for since the beginning of December 2013, 

... and we needed these particular parts to continue the fencing job ahead of us.

These whirlwind visits are not anything to get excited about we collect what we need and two hours later we are home again to continue our job.  Though this time I asked El Ranchero to stop at a second hand shop that was near the Stockfeeders from where we collected our fencing materials.

I love to rummage through these shops and to my great delight I found a pre-loved picnic basket in wonderful condition along with …

… an attractive 70's style colourful old beach umbrella these little treasure troves will do nicely for our days down at the creek and by the dam, as well as providing a little extra shade for the little gardens at this time of the year …

… and on the way out of town we found a vendor who was selling lusciously fresh mangoes from Far Northern Queensland and of course we bought a tray …

… a delicious variety called Kensington Pride … by the way, who’s idea was it anyway to put all these little stickers over the fruit these days they are so annoying! – I find them everywhere in my kitchen stuck to the floor, the benches, the fridge, the doors even on the lounge!

The Basil bushes have managed to survive the heat and are still going strong … 

… with the bee’s never missing an opportunity, I have no idea as to where on earth they have come from but they are there each and every morning early going about their business  with collecting pollen.

… and I have even thought about drying the leaves? … I did read something where basil leaves were frozen into containers resembling ice trays though a little larger … that might be a better idea to have a bit of summer in our winter soups?


… and as for that Silver beet what a treasure it is, out of all the plants in the garden they are the ones who have flourished through all this hot dry wind ...

... this wind which has been like that of a hairdryer and this blistering heat and they are so striking in all their grandeur against the dry parched landscape as I look outside, through my kitchen window each morning …