It amazes me every single time how much the Bush Block reconnects and recharges me. Sitting under the bush fig tree listening to the sound track that is the Australian summer. The call of the birds and the constant whirl of insects. Some sounds I know while others are a curiosity to my ears.
Every time I arrive, I ask myself “why don’t I come up more often?” Often I just can’t make it to the Bush Block due to running a household and working ridiculous hours (of which I need to cut back on!). It’s that old push pull of, if I go to the bush block then no housework gets done and I’ll have to find time midweek to do all the laundry.
Over the last few months I have decided that I will say yes more often to spending quality time out here but, frankly I need some better systems in place. This is so I don’t feel stressed when we come back from the weekend and nothing is organised and ready to go to commence the new week. I guess I’m lucky and grateful that this is even a complaint in my life.
But for now I am absorbed in the sights, sounds and smells that the Bush Block has for me. There is a gentle, cool breeze kissing my face and my youngest born is having an open conversation. The cicadas are a symphony of sound and brings pleasure to my senses. When I look up the old bush gif tree is ripe with fruit. Providing for all the animals.
At this moment there is no better place to be. Then as if by magic cattle start to arrive over the hill. This moment of pleasure will now be replaced with my family working cattle. Another pleasure in our lives. Family team work and caring for livestock. I feel such gratitude for all that we have.
Grateful Wonder 
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