we're spending more and more time up at the block.
harvesting and planting. in the bath. sharing a drink or a meal.
dreaming and discussing details.
watching our new home unfold.
a born and bred farmer's daughter, i know only too well
how important rain is. whether you are on the land or not.
to fill the tanks and dams. to make things grow. for life.
but each morning i make a guilty little wish for another sunshiny day.
a team of hard-working non-surfing chippies
putting in long hours,
plus a run of 'good' weather,
means we are a week ahead of schedule.
. . . and although it's early days,
without even walls or a roof,
already it's feeling like home.
it's where my heart is.