June 1st, 2011 — 6:05pm, 4 comments »

After many years of rural life, my parents have decided it’s time to leave the Toowoomba district and move to the city where they’ll be closer to family.  In  fact they’ll be just down the road which we’re thrilled about.  It’ll be great to be able to pop ’round for a cuppa and share in each other’s lives in a more spontaneous way. It will be the first time in nearly 30 years that my sister and I and our parents have lived in the same town.

It’s also the end of an era and that’s a bit sad.  I don’t really remember a time when my parents haven’t lived in the bush.  Ten acres not too far from town, a creek, wildlife, paddocks and of course a big shed.   Jess and I are so grateful for a rural upbringing and our own families have treasured time spent with Ma and Pa on the ‘farm’.    So how about a little trip down memory lane ?

And just in case you’re interested in a rural lifestyle or retreat,  you can see more on this very special spot, not that I’m biased at all, at

A trip to the Country

August 31st, 2010 — 10:42am, 2 comments »

Friday afternoon, well evening, (I’m always running late) Conor, James (the puppy) and I headed off to to the country to visit my parents for the weekend.  We were greeted by dark starry skies, the welcoming quiet and the clean fresh air of the bush.  It was dinnertime, the fire was glowing, and it was good to be home. Just as well we’re all fans of Waking the Dead – I do like my Friday night BBC crime.

The next day Mum and I attended the closing ceremony and auction of a wonderful Indigenous art exhibition New Work, Old Stories  - curated by her friend Beverley.  I found the painting of my dreams – but it wasn’t to be.  Someone else wanted it more. 

The rest of the weekend was spent – I’m trying hard to think now – sleeping in, enjoying glorious weather, wonderful food, drinking chai out on the gazebo, planning a family trip to Tokyo to visit son no 1, a little bit of blogging, and taking photos (in manual of course – can you hear my teeth grinding?). We had a wonderful time and it just ended all too soon.

I thought you might like a glimpse of my parents’ home - it’s warm, welcoming and interesting. 

First of all a picture of my gorgeous mumma  …

In the above photos, on the plinth sits a carved sacred Hornbill my mother brought back from Borneo. The coffee table base was a hanging baby cradle she shipped back from India.

Bits and pieces from everywhere – an orthodox cross from Ethiopia, giraffe from Kenya, carvings from India, antique glass and handmade objects.

And not to forget the shed …  I like it as much as the house.