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Little Traditions

These pictures were taken on a recent brunch date. In the last few months brunch has become a bit of a tradition with Reubs and I. Whenever we get a weekday off together, brunch is on the agenda!

Isn’t it funny how traditions evolve? The best ones just sort of just happen on their own. You go out for a nice brunch once or twice and then before you know it, a day off just doesn’t feel right without it. Reuben and I have been together for almost eight years now, and in that time we’ve created lots of little traditions together. Our current rituals include starting our days off with homemade lattes with cute pictures drawn on top, going to the makets each Sunday and listening to the The Weepies when we drive to my Mum’s house. While many small traditions like these come and go, fading as we enter a new chapter of our lives, other traditions last forever. Like having a picnic with our friends on Easter Sunday or watching The Santa Clause on Chistmas Eve (two traditions we’ve kept for years now). I so love these little rituals and I can’t quite imagine life without them. As our lives progress our traditions offer a reminder of all that has already been. They are a thread of constance and nostalgia throughout a lifetime of change. I think that’s lovely.

I’d love to hear about some of your traditions. Big or small. Won’t you please tell me about them?

Katie x

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Hello Spring!

Yesterday was officially the first day of spring here in Australia, and the shift in the weather this weekend has been so dramatic, it’s almost like mother nature flicked a switch. After months of cold, grey, rainy weather, the last couple of days have been warm and sunny and glorious! This morning we headed out for a late brunch before a walk around Lake Weeroona with Miss Daisy Dog. The trees were filled with spring blossoms, the lake was dotted with ducks and the grass was covered in families celebrating Father’s Day. We ate hot jam doughnuts, gleefully wiggled our toes in the sunshine and bathed our skin in the warmth. It was exactly what we needed.

We hope you’ve all had the peachiest, happiest, loveliest weekend. Happy Father’s Day to all the papas out there, with extra love to our own dads, who are back home in QLD! We love and miss you both so much.

Katie and Reuben x

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The Call of the Country

(Myself and our dog Jedda, on my family’s property in 1993.)

Most of my childhood was spent on a big dusty farm, in drought-stricken Queensland. We had horses, cows, sheep, ducks and chickens. I bottle fed poddy lambs and calves, saw countless foals being born and had a whole menagerie of dogs, cats and guinea pigs as pets. I went on long rambling walks with my dad, collected stones in our dry creek bed and set up a cubby house in an old chook shed. I have such wonderful memories of my childhood adventures in the bush.

Despite all of the amazing things that come with growing up on a farm, throughout my entire childhood I longed for the city. Life on the land is tough. Our farm faced mouse plagues, financial hardships and extreme drought (up until I was a teenager I could have counted the number of times I had seen real rain on my fingers). Our family could never take holidays because my parents couldn’t leave the animals unattended, the bus ride to school was long and our toilet always had frogs in it. Obviously droughts and mouse plagues are much more serious issues, but when you’re six you’re oblivious to the bigger picture. As a little kid, not getting trips to the beach, spending an hour on the bus and having to share the toilet with frogs are big deals. I imaged how wonderful it would be to be able to walk to school, to have yearly vacations and to have a lovely frog-free bathroom. I thought it would be amazing to have other kids live in the house next door and to be able to ride our bikes together to the corner store, like they did on TV. I always hated wearing pants or jeans but dresses weren’t really farm appropriate, so I fantasised that if I lived in the city I would never have to wear jeans again.

After school I moved to a large coastal town to go to uni, but it still wasn’t enough. I craved the hussle and bussle. I was lucky enough to get a job in Sydney as soon as I finished uni, so Reubs and I made the move to the big smoke. I was so excited. A real city! Shops and people and cafes and art galleries and stuff happening 24/7! This was it. This was what I had been dreaming of my whole life.

Unfortunately the excitement was short lived. Inspite of the cafes and galleries, the frog-free bathrooms and the freedom to wear dresses every day of the year (which I did!) about a year in I realised Sydney wasn’t for me. Soon after I realised life in an office cubicle wasn’t either. Reuben and I visited my mum in rural Victoria and unexpectedly found ourselves longing for the coziness of a country town. Suddenly the more affordable cost of living, the lack of ridiculous traffic and the gentler pace of the country seemed so very appealing. The country was calling me back and the idea of a simpler life was beginning to unfurl. Not long after we moved to Bendigo.

Moving here was one of the best decisions we ever made, but now sometimes even Bendigo seems a little too much. We love Bendigo and we plan to stay close, but I think eventually we will move out to one of the smaller surrounding towns or out of town altogether. I seem to have come full circle. As a child I couldn’t wait to experience the busyness and excitement of the city, but now as an adult I find myself craving the peace and the simplicity of the country. These days I long for long walks in the bush, home grown veggies and bonfires under the stars. I relish my time out of town and daydream about a more rural life. Though I am more aware now of the hardships my family faced on the farm than I ever was as a child, I look back on my time on the farm so fondly. Despite the lack of holidays, the long bus trips and the toilet frogs (and the more serious problems my family faced) I believe now that growing up in the country was a real privilege. I am so grateful that my childhood was spent in a place where I was free to roam and explore. I am eternally thankful that I grew up surrounded by trees and animals and fresh air, playing in the dirt, collecting fresh eggs and learning to ride a bike on our long, dusty driveway. If Reuben and I ever have children, I hope that we can give them that gift too.

Isn’t it interesting how our perspectives change?

Are you a town mouse or a country mouse? I have lived in town for years now, and I may be here a while yet, but I think at heart I’ll always be that little farm girl, with her jumper around her waist, a dog at her side and the sun in her eyes. The country just calls me.

Katie x

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The Australian Sheep & Wool Show

Today was a gloriously sunny winter day, perfect for getting out and about in, so we spent the afternoon at the Australian Sheep and Wool Show. We wandered about and admired all the different types of sheep. We swooned over the spools of cuddly yarn and piles of rainbow roving. We saw a fashion parade. We cuddled a cow, some alpacas, a goat and some chickens (please know that when Reuben was photographing me holding that little hen, she wasn’t nearly as miserable as she looks in the picture!) We ate baked potatoes. We watched a shearing competition and some sheep dog trials. We melted into puddles over the sheer cuteness of little lambs. And we thought about how wonderful and satisfying it would be to learn how to process fleece, dye and spin it, to make our very own yarn from scratch. Oh, one day…

What are getting up to this weekend? Whatever you are doing, I hope it’s lovely and sunny and full of happy things!

Katie x

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Post Cosies and the Snuggliest Tree

Is that not the snuggliest tree you ever did see? And how about those little granny square post cosies!? So terribly cute!

We snapped these pictures while out and about in Bendigo today. The weather was chilly and the sky was grey but we couldn’t help but smile over these little pops of colourful yarn. Really, I challenge you to walk past a tree decorated with pretty crochet and not feel happy! Yarn bombing is wonderful.

I hope your weekend has been full of sweet moments and nice surprises. Wishing you a very colourful, snuggly, happy week ahead!

Katie x

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