Thursday, 24 July 2014

... I just need to find somewhere ...



by Simone McPherson
We have been making a custom of late to taking a walk.  Not that we are sedentary during our daily routines of mustering the cattle on horseback or by walking up and down hills doing fence repairs and keeping the lines clear of suckers as they try and push through to reach the sun or any other such thing it’s all as a consequence, of needing to get our heart rates up ...

 ... and attempting to keep all our joints supple and moving in all directions as we trip and stumble over rocks, branch and tree debris, as we all look forward to these jaunts …

 … the mornings are still very dewy …


 … though on these country excursions we make it a point in having a mission, a quest  as “one can-not simply go on a walk to enjoy the beauty and peacefulness of nature” … 

...“ one has to be mapping out more fence lines, cutting down more pines and visualising more alleyways for the cattle” ... 
 
 ... as well as … “finding places to make water-holes” … at times I do feel exhausted before I have even left the front door!

… these expeditions take us to all manner of places undiscovered and lost possibly for even decades …

… an old fence line that I am told by El Ranchero would be over eighty years old

 … and all built by hand with the help of Bullock teams …

 … and then we do find water …

After,  we eventually find our way through the maze, the labyrinth of pines which have colonized areas of land that were over cleared back in the 1930’s with lack of foresight as to what the consequence would be now in the year 2014 … 

 .... and yes, that is Max on three legs as he decided that Kangaroo hunting was part of the outing – El Ranchero reminded him that it was not by putting one of his paws through his collar, then he has to work a little harder to keep up and concentrate on what he is doing as well (they are quite funny to watch as they try and grapple what is going on) …


 … and this is the culmination of the clearing …

… then once we are out and into the clearing ...

 ... we find some wonderful waterways ...

... that must be a sight when the rains come.   


We make a note of where we are so as to return when the creeks are flowing … 

 … there are wonderful clusters of Callistemons that inhabit the creek beds with their vibrant display of red blossoms showing up against the grey tones of the rocky ground …
The shortest day has come and gone and now we can look forward to more daylight hours once again.   

The Pansies and the Violas show their smiley happy little teddy bear faces ..

 ... as they start to pop up in the little gardens … 

… and even some little Johnny Jump-ups have sprung up in around places that you would have thought nothing would be able to germinate in at all …

… I have even been able to create another garden from an additional old feeder bin that El Ranchero found in one of our paddocks and no longer needed …

… once I decided where it was going to go – at the new hitching rail that El Ranchero built for hosing the horses down after work, especially in the Summer months …

 … I start to fill the drum with stones and then some cardboard, which I also lined around the bin, to hold moisture and then I complete the fill with my hummus from the creek; clay from the dams, cow and some horse manure though I don’t use as much horse manure as I found that the cattle manure makes a better mixture a lot more lighter and airier, the horse manure seems to have a habit of being soggy … 

 … then once filled with my jumble mixture of soil … the little garden is planted out … this time I planted some blue salvia for the bees, some lovely petunias that I can hardly wait to flower as they are in tones of red and mauve with a white strip around the edge of each petal and of course our favourite – Basil though I may have jumped the gun a bit with the Basil as I don’t usually plant new seedlings till middle spring, though we have had a very mild Autumn - see how we go …


With the lovely weather of late I have been doing a bit of spring-cleaning not that it is spring by any means, and my cleaning has led to reorganising things around the house.  

The reorganising entailed coming to a decision to unpack my twelve wine cartoons of cookbooks … well in-fact I am rather embarrassed to say I have over two hundred and forty at last count, which I have not seen now for over nine years?   

I am now wondering what books I have actually collected in all those cartoons … right now I just need to find somewhere to house all those lovely books … perhaps a bookcase?