I like it she said, it’s beautiful. I liked it too though wasn’t saying. The place brings back memories of camping with the redbacks in Bombala, she said, when we went to watch that full eclipse of the sun. We had stood there with the kids and a million other people wearing T-shirts that proclaimed hopefully “I watched the eclipse at Bombala” and eventually we did. Remarkably, right on cue around lunchtime, the shadow appeared on the horizon and rippled silently forwards over the woods, the paddocks and eventually enveloped us in eerie green and orange semi darkness. Everything was still. Not a sound, not a movement. But the shadow crept away and it was light and noise returned. The birds, cows and sheep were all suddenly talking again. And little Ben said, “Mum can we have breakfast now”. It was early afternoon.
We don’t often reminisce in the car, she usually sleeps, but soon we were back to reality. We can’t afford it. Do we really need it? You can’t grow Toona so what’s the point? What about the kids? I’ve decided to buy I said irrationally. We just have to cut out luxuries like overseas holidays to be able to afford it. What a turn around, back flip and reversal. And after considerable further negotiations we did buy it. The house was taken as security on a loan spanning 10 years, joining the loan we already had on the house. We’ll be right I said. Life’s more exciting with a few adventures and challenges. She was nervous. It was going to cut heavily into our stable and easy-going lives. My mum threw in $2,000 to reduce stress. The idea of a farm brought back happy memories of her childhood when her father had a few chooks and a vegie patch and of rides on his shoulders. He left her for the Great War when she was 5 and was buried in Palestine in 1917. The small medallion he sent her from the war was always kept close until she died well into her 90s. Most other things had been given away or discarded by that time.
We don’t often reminisce in the car, she usually sleeps, but soon we were back to reality. We can’t afford it. Do we really need it? You can’t grow Toona so what’s the point? What about the kids? I’ve decided to buy I said irrationally. We just have to cut out luxuries like overseas holidays to be able to afford it. What a turn around, back flip and reversal. And after considerable further negotiations we did buy it. The house was taken as security on a loan spanning 10 years, joining the loan we already had on the house. We’ll be right I said. Life’s more exciting with a few adventures and challenges. She was nervous. It was going to cut heavily into our stable and easy-going lives. My mum threw in $2,000 to reduce stress. The idea of a farm brought back happy memories of her childhood when her father had a few chooks and a vegie patch and of rides on his shoulders. He left her for the Great War when she was 5 and was buried in Palestine in 1917. The small medallion he sent her from the war was always kept close until she died well into her 90s. Most other things had been given away or discarded by that time.
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