Late last week Howard gathered a few extra men around to cart in the straw bales before the rain arrived. Together with tractors and trucks the race was on to beat the storm and bring all the bales from the paddocks to home. Then the golden wall of straw needed covering with a large tarp, while other bales squeezed into the hay shed. It is a sight to see the remaining part of the wheat crop windrowed (cut into rows) and baled over a few late evenings. Other years we have mulched this into the ground or earlier practices were to burn the stubble. These days creating wonderful bales of straw is a great option. Once again I was taking photos and especially love the late evening shot when Howard was still out at 9pm stacking with his tractor. I tipped the camera up to incorporate the moon. What is gorgeous about this shot is how it shows the vastness of the sky. On a farm the nights are all about the stars the moon and the sounds of owls crickets and the wind whispering through the
This blog began in 2013 as a farmers wife wanting to know more about running the farm. It quickly evolved into an online journal, a place to share all aspects of my life and my passion for rural wellness. I am a mother, writer, Dru meditation and yoga therapist and an Ayurveda Health Coach. In 2023 I began a novel about rural life which has been both challenging and deeply satisfying.