On our recent trip back to my home town we were lucky enough to house sit on a farm. The lure of an old farm house, wide open spaces, a warm cosy fire to sit by was too much to pass up. In return we had to feed a few animals which gave the children great joy.
Turning onto the dirt road and seeing a cloud of red dust in the review mirror made me feel at ease. A reminder of the country life I had left behind.
Experiencing pure bliss while sipping on my morning cuppa on the deck and watching the sunrise over the paddocks. Staring into the open space, enjoying the silence.
There is such a stillness on the farm, the occasional sheep bleating or a magpie singing their beautiful song. I really noticed the call of a magpie and how it sounds like a flute. Look out any window of the house and you can see for miles, paddocks of green wheat or bright yellow canola.
We enjoyed cool crisp foggy mornings, collecting eggs, walks around the farm, so many things for the children to climb, puddles to jump in, dirt to kick, fresh air to breath deep into your lungs.
Farm life makes you appreciate the simple things in life.