Roots

This is a picture of my Nana, little sister, little me and the farm I grew up on. Look at those tomatoes! The secret of the duck herder family veggies was of course, water from the septic tank.


I love this photo. It shows my little sister and I just as we were - wild, free little bush babies - tossing our manes in the wind and roaming for miles. I still remember that blue and while dress (one of the few I owned), and how it was so much easier to wear my big brother's gumboots rather than my own.


I still miss my Nana. We were very close and I loved her very much. But my little sister is coming to visit THIS Thursday. With MY niece. All the way from Brisbane. When my little niece was born, I flew up to Brisbane to be with my little sister for the birth. And that little "Stampy" as we called her, just refused to come out. I was up there for weeks and weeks - phoning work every couple of days saying - "There's still no baby......." but finally she arrived, and I was in love, and soon they will be here. yay!