Farmers at Last

We moved into the new farm on the last day of autumn and spent the first month in the 110 year old farmhouse with its 110 year old insulation in the coldest, wettest windiest winter ever. Or so it seemed. Renovations went on around us as the young'ns prepared the farmhouse for their arrival, and work commenced on our cottage. It's amazing what you can tolerate when you're living a dream.A good fire place and plenty of wood kept us warm, as did the many jobs that needed doing around the property.

Broken fences needed mending,

horses settled in,



"we're settled!"

fallen trees collected for firewood, (Pa's favourite job, really!)

visitors shown around, especially up the big hill,

lost calves brought in from the cold, fed, and returned to the neighbour

Nanne's Garden has Moved.

In spite of the gorgeous property that we enjoyed in Buln, we decided it was time for the Grande Vision to finally take shape.
The 2 acres were just great, but they weren't the vision. We had always dreamed of the real thing: land that would carry many animals, dirt that would produce orchards, abundant vegetables and flower  gardens, and potential for great beauty;  a place where we could learn to really care for the land and make it thrive; a place where family and friends could soak in the beauty and serenity when the world wearied.

In autumn this year, we placed our lovely home on the market and soon after sold it to a young family wanting to move out of the city and raise their children in the country. Good for them!
Our son, daughter-in-law and 2 kids sold their property in town and, with a matching dream, partnered with us to buy 55 beautiful acres 10 mins from town, an old dairy farm that needed love and hard work, which we had in spades.

As winter started to set in we picked the last of the summer veges, packed all our worldly goods and as many plants as I could pot into the horse trailer and made many trips across the valley to the dream farm. Horses and chickens soon followed.

Our last morning at Buln gave us a golden sunrise over a foggy landscape, and our first morning on the new farm was just as glorious.

The realities of a 120 year old farm house and a cold, wet, windy winter were soon to set in, but dreamers see the coming spring and fruit on the trees and grass in the paddocks.... and just keep adding jumpers, sox and scarves.






        Last sunrise at Buln.
First sunrise at the new farm.