It's a Big No No, you just don't pick them up
Driving back to Sydney after a few days up at the farm, listening to music, it could have been Rowan Keating or John Williamson who knows. Anyway I was towing the trailer with the green John Deere ride on behind the 4x4. There at Moorlands I make a little detour by Terry the juice man's farm. He has the purest freshly squeezed OJ you ever tasted in NSW. Checked on Nelson, my old Suffolk's ram, how he was liking his new ladies. Named him Nelson after that gay guy on the sunrise tv show, they both got such long faces. My Boy is King of the Farm for sure there. He sorted out those weathers real quick, wonder why Terry hasn't slaughtered them yet. Just love his wife Ann, they a great couple actually.
How I hate coming home after a weekend up at the farm, there you don't hear traffic or cop cars or planes over head coming in to land, so low you can almost tough them. Rather listen to kookaburras and maggie the magpie, and the frogs at night. I'm glad we stay at the foot of the Blue Mountains, on this 2 acre dry piece of land, it's just temporary. Not the nice lush green slice of heaven of Lavender Hill, not that there's any lavender planted yet. There's the 3 Jacarandas guarding the gate that one day will invite you in as you drive over a purple carpet of flowers.
Gee I am straying again from the hitch hiker and his dog. When I first saw him on the opposite side of the road, it was the brown bundle of fur that caught my eye. The man was standing there hiking with his dog by his feet, lying down and not moving a muscle, just a foot away from the side of the road. I swear I could see only his big brown eyes move. Then I looked at the man, he was tall with long greying hair tied back, not the average hiker sun burnt and raggedy. I could imagine his eye's to be a soft kind of green, that change depending in what mood he was. This man trained that brown dog with love and lots of Patience, for that dog trusted the man fully. Now if I was going his way I would have picked him up cause of the dog. Animals are great judges of character, don't ya think.
Many many moons ago while I was married to my first man, we lived on a plot just outside of Knysna in an old farm house with a old wood stove and a loft. I love it there, only neighbour was an old aunty living by herself, I'd go over and we'd have a coffee and a good chat. I am sraying again sorry. He bought me a filly, she was still young and untrained but a sweetheart with me. But she could not stand the sight of him, used to nip him when ever she could. Needless to say he resented that and soon she got mowed on to new owners. It was'nt long before I had enough and moved too, but that's another story.
Those two tiny little boys from many moons ago, have given me the best present ever, they made me a grandma of two little boys just 3 weeks apart. A lot has happened over the years, some stories I have randomly shared with you already, some I woun't. But there are many more memories to be made in the future with the ones I love.
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