This morning was one of those times when you realise just why it is you put up with all the crap farming can dish out. I was up the back of the farm digging strainer holes (yes we did another 30 today, 22 tomorrow and where finished) when I spotted a log nearby and stopped for a cup of tea. I pored the tea, looked up and there it was. The sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky, I could smell the wet earth from the 20 mm of rain the night before, the sun was glistening on the canola leaves, I could see the surrounding farm land all the way to the Stirling ranges and all I could hear were the birds in the trees nearby.
Then my bloody phone rang, as if on cue just to spoil the moment.
But it was a great moment, even for the small time it lasted...
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hi farmdad, great blog, i was just telling somebody today that food never tastes better than leaning against a log in the middle of a paddock with a cup of tea. If only you could bottle it and sell it!
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