I am home.
Home is peaceful. It’s definitely not perfect. There is a Antartic cold snap here. Iced fabric outside when I went use a tree.
I postal voted today. It was the most controlled and deliberate choice on the ballot paper I’ve ever made. Sure, I think all of those pollies in Canberra are out of touch. But I was able to make a personal choice and vote with direction. Most years I feel at a loss as to who to choose.
I ate brunch with my WA sister today. A beautiful meal of berry coolie, diced maple bacon and eggy crapes. Topped with cream and a cup of tea. We sat outside in the lovely sun.
Solomon didn’t like the visiting dogs so he scrambled out of reach.
I opened a care package from my Sydney sister. It had my rainbow jumper in so I was glad to put that on.
Then there was a quick bit of art to do.
There’s a lot of fun to be found in filling out a swatch card of a growing pencil collection. My sister and I are gradually growing each other’s art supplies with direction and purpose. Currently we both mostly want prismacolor premier pencils and copic markers.
Art is good for the soul. Family is too.
We are longing for rain on the farm. It’s the end of the summer and the cold is killing off the little grass that was here. We need new growth and for that we need rain.
We have prepared a place. The orchard at Brookdale farm will be place for remembering. So a tree will be planted over dog.