true love

I so shouldn't be writing this blog post right now.

Farmer Bren has gone into town to take the girls to school and I promised him crates filled with freshly harvested beetroot upon his return.

But I just cannot help myself. Sometimes the words in my head are desperate to be typed and blogged and other times, like this morning, it's the pictures.

These pictures sum up my life so perfectly at the moment. It's autumn. We're picking tomatoes, apples, beetroot, carrots, sunflowers, onions, basil, peas, beans, lettuce, rocket, plums, grapes and pears.

My arms and legs are achy, my hair is flat from being under my sunhat, my uniform is denim overalls or jeans, a black work tee, a huge straw hat, my battered old work boots and I have so much dirt under my finger nails that I've given up on trying to get it out.

As much as I do miss my girlies while they are at school, I am loving the hours in the orchard or the market garden with my farmer boy. Alone. Without being interrupted. Like a working holiday. Bliss.

The cool rooms are filling up. My freezer is filling up. The girls' tummies are filling up. The bowls of fruit and veg on the counter waiting to be preserved for winter are filling up.

This is it! This is the time of year we've been waiting for. This is the part that makes sense of all those hours spent irrigating and fertilising and composting and mulching and weeding and worrying. This is the time of plenty and bounty and beauty.

I'm off to pick the beetroot.

We're off to Collingwood Children's Farm farmers' market in the morning to sell our delicious, certified organic autumn bounty.

We'll rest in winter.

So what are you up to this weekend?

What are you growing or planting or eating?

Are you coming to see us at market?

I hope so!

I hope you guys have the most wonderful, delicious weekend.

Bye!