The sun has edged over the horizon, pale and diffused through hazy clouds. Bear is out with the goats, keeping watch on them from his motorbike as they feast on tender green shoots that burst through the undergrowth after massive rains. I’m in bed, keeping warm as I rest and recover from a venomous bite that has left me exhausted, nauseous, and aching. I love Australia dearly, but some of her critters are decidedly inhospitable.

My friend Sarah tells me that when a spider bites, it’s a sign that I’m supposed to start writing again. That made me smile, so I’ve made a cozy little flannel-lined nest for myself where I can rest and sleep and write, with two windows so I can watch birds and sheep and goats and husband as they go about their work.

flowering tree branches

Until the bite happened, Bear and I were thoroughly enjoying a time of building on our farm. We’ve both been through so much the past couple of years, and it was wonderful to get our zest for life back, to sit and talk for hours about dreams and plans for our little world here. It was especially good to start putting those hopes into action.

We’ve been working really hard, trimming tree branches to make shady work areas under a leafy canopy, building new pens for turkeys and ducks, and planting all sorts of trees from hazelnuts and avocados to beautiful natives like grevillea and banksia.

We’ve been clearing out detritus from old projects and it feels marvellous to see cluttered areas clean and usable again.

tree blossoms

We have remodelling plans underway, collecting the wood and equipment we need to put in much-needed storage. We love our tiny house but at the moment it’s not suitable for the creative people that we are. We need space for my wood-burning and Bear’s chain maille projects, his leatherwork and my woodwork, our sewing projects and bee-keeping stuff and wine-making equipment, not to mention a better way to store our beloved but space-consuming medieval gear.

We have a long ways to go, but we’ve made a good start and it feels amazing.

In between work projects I’ve continued to do farm-y and garden-y things. August was all about cheese-making – halloumi, feta, mascarpone, ricotta, and cottage. It makes me smile to open our fridge and pull out my very own feta for salads and soups.

I’ve been blanching and freezing broccoli, so much broccoli, juicing jaboticaba to make liqueur, and feasting on fresh asparagus and sugar snap peas and blueberries from my gardens.

halloumi

I’m glad we got so much work done, for now it’s time to rest, really rest, and let my body heal. I had a bit of a woe-is-me moment this morning, but a good cry and chat with Bear put me to rights. It is what it is. Of course I’d much rather be outside planting things and doing projects with Bear, but that will come later. For now I will rest and make the most of this time to read good things and take naps and watch movies and dream dreams.

The time for building will return soon enough.

magenta fruit tree blossoms

Now it’s nap time. Wishing you a beautiful week whether you’re building or resting. xo