After a good rest Thursday night we spent Friday visiting Trudy and the puppies at the farm out near the Porongorups. We had a lovely day playing with the puppies, feeding the animals and wandering through the fruit trees which have just started fruiting.
Toro, one of the mischievous two.
Saturday was the day of my cousin Emma's beuatiful little girl, Alia's 1st Birthday and the main reason for our visit.We had a wonderful time celebrating with Alia's closest family and friends. Happy Birthday to a special little lady.
All dolled up ready to party.
Ollie enjoys some cuddles with Nan Nan (his Great Grandmother).
Time to cut the cake!
We were blessed with a beautiful sun shiny day on Sunday, perfect for relaxing, exploring and jumping in mud puddles.
This HUGE tree fell down in a storm last week. Unbelievable!
Who said princesses couldn't jump in mud puddles? We certainly don't get mud like this where we live!
When Gracie saw the big red tractor, she absolutely had to have a ride. She was beside herself with excitement, especially when Steve took her for a real drive and even let her steer! (Just quietly, I think Uncle Steve enjoyed it as much as Gracie did!).
Monday came and it was time to head home. But first, I asked Dad if we could make a stop by my Grandad's old farm. It is literally down the road from Uncle Steve's Farm but I haven't been there since I was a teenager. These sheds are exactly the same as when we used to come here with Grandad, although I remember them to be much bigger! Grandad would drive us in his car which smelt of cow poo and hay. I didn't mind the smell. Even now, it just brings back fond memories of my Grandad and exploring the farm. Grandad worked so hard. I remember the gate was always tied with a piece of brown string. Grandad used to always carry around with him a piece of string, because "if it can't be fixed with a piece of string, it can't be fixed". These are just some of the things I remember about my Grandad and the old farm. I think the farm is where he felt most at home. It was what he loved. I feel like there will always be a little part of him here for some reason. Or at least in the land that he cared for and worked so hard for.
We also did a drive by the old house where Uncle Steve and Aunty Jayne and all my cousins used to live, just up the road from these sheds. Emma and I used to ride the horses together here when we were young. Jayne and Emma pretty much taught me how to ride! So many fun and special memories.
Goodbye, sweet country farm air. Until next time!