Sole Purpose Uralla Cup of Tea

Autumn in New England

I always love autumn in New England. The weather is beautiful and calm. We get sunshine and warm days, with cool nights. The evenings stretch out before daylight savings has cut them short. I am getting the most out of them at the moment. My shed opens to the north and with our race towards the big Seasons of New England Markets this weekend we are spending virtually every waking moment in there. A rare cup of tea break gives me time to remember why we live on our farm away from town. My husband and I are building a garden from scratch and though this past 18 months has been a really hard dry time, we have shrubs and flowers and  few trees starting to sit up in our garden and offer some protection. The Rosellas are filling the garden with their bright colours screechy calls. My son spends the long evenings playing in the mounds of dirt left over from building with his trucks, which I much prefer to the times when he wants to sit inside watching the television. In the early morning beyond the garden the farm sits in a gentle fog with only the tree tops peaking out and the odd kangaroo grazing just below the house yard. It is nice to remember the beauty when all around us everybody speaks of drought. Yes, it is dry and our dams are nearing their bottoms, but it is still beautiful and we are still lucky to live where we do!



Sole Purpose Uralla Cup of Tea

Autumn in New England

I always love autumn in New England. The weather is beautiful and calm. We get sunshine and warm days, with cool nights. The evenings stretch out before daylight savings has cut them short. I am getting the most out of them at the moment. My shed opens to the north and with our race towards the big Seasons of New England Markets this weekend we are spending virtually every waking moment in there. A rare cup of tea break gives me time to remember why we live on our farm away from town. My husband and I are building a garden from scratch and though this past 18 months has been a really hard dry time, we have shrubs and flowers and  few trees starting to sit up in our garden and offer some protection. The Rosellas are filling the garden with their bright colours screechy calls. My son spends the long evenings playing in the mounds of dirt left over from building with his trucks, which I much prefer to the times when he wants to sit inside watching the television. In the early morning beyond the garden the farm sits in a gentle fog with only the tree tops peaking out and the odd kangaroo grazing just below the house yard. It is nice to remember the beauty when all around us everybody speaks of drought. Yes, it is dry and our dams are nearing their bottoms, but it is still beautiful and we are still lucky to live where we do!