Since I was a very young girl I have had the dream of living on a farm. I wanted to collect eggs in the morning. I wanted to ride my pony in the evenings. I wanted to have sheep and cows, and lush green pastures. I wanted to grow flowers and vegetables and sit by a window with a beautiful view and write stories. I wanted lots of children and a handsome husband.

Oh. My. God… I am living my dream!

Except for the pony.

And the pastures would be more lush if it weren’t for the wallaby problem we have here.

Anyway, my weekend has been a bit like a holiday.

It started with Elora and her tickle time with daddy.

I collected the eggs. I thanked Chelsea and bossy white chook.

We stacked wood, preparing for next winter. We will still need to get more ready for next year too.

We went to get the cows, who had escaped into the neighbour’s paddock! Cheeky!

We fed the cows too. Bessie lets us pat her all over and we think she will be a great milking house cow one day.

We had cuddles with our daughters in the fields.

I had cuddles with my boy and we jumped on the trampoline.

And when the children were all playing together perfectly, Monte and I sat out on the deck and drank tea and talked and laughed.

And we toasted marshmallows on the campfire, just like we would do on a holiday.

So it is just like being on holiday when we spend a day together on our little farm. We walk outside and we love where we live and we are grateful for where we live. When we miss our friends and family back in Adelaide, we just walk outside and nurture our plants and chat to the animals and we remember why we moved here, why we live here and why we love it here: it is our dream.

We are living our dream.