My kind of Sunday starts like this. Kids still fast asleep, Rob milking the cow and me indulging in some laps in the pool. With summer like temperatures and humidity rising, swimming is a nice alternative to running every day.
After all the animals are tended to and chores completed (and the fourth load of washing hung on the line) we load horses on the truck and go out to shift some heifers and young cows into a fresh paddock.
With this particular shift of cattle, we decide that it’s a little to hot and arduous job for Eliza (and of course Adelaide has a broken wing), so take advantage of our visitor from Texas. Alex, this year’s Hudgins scholarship holder who’s staying with us for a few days, doesn’t mind driving the buggy while following the cattle along with 2 little girls and a big water bottle.
As the sun beats down around midday, I remind myself how much I love being outdoors and how rain is just around the corner. If I trot along, the breeze is kind of like air conditioning …..
With cattle gathered together, we march them toward a fresh paddock. One child in the lead, two on the tail and Rob & I giving orders from the wing.
The cows, kids and horses relish the coolness of the shade by the creek as we near the end of our mustering journey.
Cattle are shifted by mid afternoon. We arrive home to the cool of the house for late lunch. It’s almost too hot to eat although a watermelon, cold water and whipped frozen mango and banana hit the spot.
Late afternoon is spent in the garden while the girls are entertained by the chickens. Boys help Dad out in the shed before doing their afternoon jobs (and of course they do this without me nagging or raising my voice!?)
The afternoon cools as a storm brews over the hills to the west. We go to bed with the sound of rain on the roof.
And that’s how my kind of Sunday would go.
While it didn’t happen exactly to plan yesterday it was pretty close, the storm was just a day late brewing on Monday afternoon and delivering a very welcome 35 odd mm.
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