september

September went by in a flash of sunshine and activity. 

It will be remembered as the warmest September our state has ever recorded. 

The time I went to see the exuberant art of Bonnard at the NGV with my parents and sister. 

The time the herd busted out of their paddock in the dead of night and started munching the garden around the house. 

The stillness of newly born calves asleep in the grass, and older ones frolicking and running races at dusk. 

The sight of my three boys on bikes, riding with gusto along the laneway and down to the bridge by themselves. 

The curving branches of the old oak trees and the gurgle of water by the river. 

The murmur of bees everywhere and the abundance of daffodils for weeks and weeks. 

The last long days of working from home before my teacher training begins. 

The awful flu Alex got and the up and down moods of everyone. 

The very tiny book making and chess tournaments. 

The sound of the lawn mower and the planting of seeds. 

The rainbow rosella burial and the mediations on death. 

The many lemon and poppyseed cakes and cups of tea shared with friends.

The butchering of our first cow - born and grass fed here; grateful for its life and the tenderest beef. 

The soothing click of knitting needles and the pile of reading on my bedside. 

The goodness, goodness, goodness.