From my late teenager years onwards, I worked full time and studied an undergraduate degree at University part time, at night. The necessity of paying the rent, keeping food on the table and a roof over my head during a time of 10% unemployment was no joke thus I was unable to afford to attend Uni full time.
Usually, in those night time University classes I was the youngest person in attendance. I vividly recall an experiment that the University undertook with the objective of producing more well-rounded graduates. The experiment involved all students having to undertake a humanities subject which examined some of the larger social issues facing the country. Given that the subjects were compulsory and couldn’t be avoided, I chose to enrol in the intriguingly named : The Generation and Distribution of Wealth in Australia.
One of
the memorable highlights of the subject was when the tutor surveyed the class about
their aspirations. The results of that particular survey, was that the vast
majority of the class wanted to live in a mansion, on a quarter acre parcel of
land within five kilometres (3.1 miles) of the CBD. The fact that such an
aspiration was unlikely to ever be realised by anyone in the class may be
viewed as an indictment of the education process itself, but that irony was possibly
lost on the class…
Anyway, the interesting thing about that subject was that
there was a guy in the class who I used to go to high school with. The chances
of that happening were infinitesimal, but there he was. At high school we’d
never spoken to each other, but at University, things were different. We were small fish in a very big and diverse pond. Of
course, the reality may have been that he had nobody else to talk too, and there was always the necessity to do
group assignments rather than individual work.
Part time study was a strange beast, because people turned up in an evening, did the work required of them, and then went back home after a long day of work and study. If they were anything like me, they were probably feeling rather tired. As an interesting side note, I always laugh when I see movies depicting College student debauchery because that gear just didn’t happen down here with part time students. Come to think of it, I don’t know of any full time students who lived that sort of hedonistic life either. 'Animal House' it was not!
Part time study was a strange beast, because people turned up in an evening, did the work required of them, and then went back home after a long day of work and study. If they were anything like me, they were probably feeling rather tired. As an interesting side note, I always laugh when I see movies depicting College student debauchery because that gear just didn’t happen down here with part time students. Come to think of it, I don’t know of any full time students who lived that sort of hedonistic life either. 'Animal House' it was not!
Whatever may be the case, for a year or two afterwards we
used to undertake the same subjects and talk rubbish and generally keep each
other up to date on what was going on in our lives. Then one year he just
dropped off the radar. I on the other hand had taken on a new job and to my absolute
horror (I hate early mornings), the new job expected me to be on the first
plane (the red eye) to Sydney once a month to work in that office, and then fly back again.
“Estimated time of arrival 9.30 a.m.
Been up before the sun and now I'm tired before I even begin.
(Now you're flying) I got so much work in front of me,
(Really flying) it stretches out far as the eye can see.
I can see.”
The guy who dropped off the radar had led an interesting
life, in the true meaning of the apparent ancient apocryphal Chinese curse, which when
translated into English states: "May you live in interesting times".
Nobody in their right mind wants to live in interesting times! Anyway, the guy
had lost both his parents a few years before and given that trauma, he was surprisingly well balanced. However, he did have a keen sense of the fragility and uncertainty of
life. On the other hand the trauma left him exceptionally well financed relative to his
peers.
In a strange coincidence a year or two after he dropped off
the radar, I met him randomly one day in the street in Melbourne. To be honest, he
looked more relaxed than I felt at the time, and perhaps he was. He told me
that he’d purchased a caravan park up on the north central coast of New South
Wales and spent many of his days surfing the excellent surf breaks up there. He
invited me up to visit, but I was so busy working that I never got around to
taking up the offer.
“Promised to myself someday I'd take the time and try to make sense
Out of all those opportunities I've lost from trying to sit on the
fence
(Now you're flying) But right now I've got no time for yesterday
(Really flying) Yesterday's a thousand miles away.
A thousand miles away.”
I was thinking about that guy this week because at the time,
he told me that his girlfriend broke up with him because she had no intention
of living in such a remote (but astoundingly beautiful and natural resource
rich) part of the country. At the time, I was surprised by that break up because
they had been together as a couple for many years. However, what brought all this
back to my attention earlier this week was that I read a quote from an 1860 Canadian Settlers
Guide (C. P. Traill) which was: “If he be
by nature indolent, and in temper desponding, easily daunted by difficulties and
of a weak frame of body, such a life would not suit him. If his wife be a
weakly woman, destitute of mental energy, unable to bear up under the trials of
life, she is not fit for a life of hardship – it would be useless cruelty to
expose her to it”.
Bam!
Bam!
People respond very differently to both my lifestyle and my property here. Some people believe that I am very lucky, and yet others believe that I am selfish for a variety of reasons. Neither view really sees the full picture of life here. The former tend to see only the beauty and the latter tend not to see the hard work.
How lucky I am that the editor is happy to share this particular adventure with me. Living on a small holding is certainly not for everyone! Ours is a life of balance and there is a mid point which is reached between enjoying the beauty and doing the hard work required to bring that beauty into being.
How lucky I am that the editor is happy to share this particular adventure with me. Living on a small holding is certainly not for everyone! Ours is a life of balance and there is a mid point which is reached between enjoying the beauty and doing the hard work required to bring that beauty into being.
“Working for yourself sometimes ain't all that it's cracked up to be.
It can be as lonely at the top as at the bottom of that corporate tree
(Now you're flying) I'm told I'm going places - who can say?
(Really flying) I might arrive but I'll be gone the very next day.
I must be on my way
A thousand miles away.”
This week, the weather has been very changeable. One morning fog hung over the valley:
Some days it was quite cold and the fluffy canine collective were reluctant to chase the wallabies. Instead they dreamed of chasing wallabies:
Then on Saturday the September heat records were broken in several locations on the continent: Records smashed under summer-like heat
Hot and cold weather doesn't stop the ongoing work here! This week we added a new 4,020 Litre (1,062 Gallon) water tank to the farm. This new water tank is intended to provide water to a new garden terrace which is currently under construction. A new project!
Fortunately having a bright yellow trailer means that I can pick up the water tank at the supplier in a nearby town. Driving it back to the farm is akin to having a huge sail on the back of the little white Suzuki dirt rat. Driving slowly is the order of the day. Eventually the water tank, dirt rat and trailer made it back to farm without incident. The first thing to do is to push the water tank off the back of the trailer. The the water tank has to be moved out of the wind, because otherwise despite its considerable weight, it may blow away. The local excavator bloke enjoyed sharing many horror stories of empty water tanks ending up other than where they started. Of course such unexpected events provided good work for the excavator bloke...
The water tank was to be located on an 'under construction' terrace for the strawberries. Unfortunately that new terrace is above the house and so the water tank had to be pushed up hill in yet another Sisyphus moment.
In the photo above you can get an idea about how big water tanks are - even a little one like this is quite large and heavy.
A flat spot for the new water tank had to be excavated. We picked a nice spot in among some Musk Daisy bushes (Olearia argophylla).
After a couple of hours of excavations the new - and now flat - spot for the water tank was ready to go. Underneath water tanks I add a quantity of rock crusher dust. Needless to say that stuff is dusty, but it settles beautifully and is a far stronger base than sand.
As I filled the new water tank with water from the house, I had to empty another existing water tank in a different location. The reason that the existing water tank had to be emptied was because we had inadvertently set it too high. And the only way to lower a heavy tank is to first empty it, otherwise you have no hope of moving it anywhere - even a very strong wind has no chance of moving one full of water!
Then we began excavating the new strawberry terrace.
We use an electric jackhammer with a wide clay spade to dig into the side of the hill. Then a mattock - which is a hand tool used for digging which can be seen in the photo above - to break up the clods of clay. A shovel and rake are used to move the clay so as to cut a flat terrace in the side of the hill.
After a days excavations, about 40% of the new terrace area had been excavated. It is hard work, especially when the sun is shining more strongly than you would expect for this time of year.
All that digging unearthed a good quantity of rocks. We love rocks, and every rock has a use on the farm. Mostly! In the photo above you can see just to my right that we unearthed the edge of a huge rock which we cannot move or break. The huge rock has provided us with a corner for the new terrace (and you can't argue location with massive rocks)! However, all of the other unearthed rocks were either: put to one side if they were large enough to be used in a garden bed; or placed in the new rock gabion cage.
In breaking wombat news: the wombat removed much of the silt from a concrete drain which the wombat uses as an underground highway. The silt was deposited in last summers heavy rains. If only I could harvest that wombat energy somehow...
As is my usual wont, I'd like to finish this weeks blog with some flower photos:
With special thanks this week to the most excellent band Hoodoo Gurus who provided the song "1,000 miles away" from which I ripped the lyrics to accompany the story. If you've never heard of that band, all I can say is: "Why not?" In my youth I enjoyed many a moshpit whilst being entertained by them. Let's finish the blog with the final lyrics of the outstanding song:
Early morning fog hung over the valley |
Sir Scruffy is out cold and dreaming of chasing wallabies |
Hot and cold weather doesn't stop the ongoing work here! This week we added a new 4,020 Litre (1,062 Gallon) water tank to the farm. This new water tank is intended to provide water to a new garden terrace which is currently under construction. A new project!
Fortunately having a bright yellow trailer means that I can pick up the water tank at the supplier in a nearby town. Driving it back to the farm is akin to having a huge sail on the back of the little white Suzuki dirt rat. Driving slowly is the order of the day. Eventually the water tank, dirt rat and trailer made it back to farm without incident. The first thing to do is to push the water tank off the back of the trailer. The the water tank has to be moved out of the wind, because otherwise despite its considerable weight, it may blow away. The local excavator bloke enjoyed sharing many horror stories of empty water tanks ending up other than where they started. Of course such unexpected events provided good work for the excavator bloke...
The new water tank was located out of the prevailing wind as a safety precaution |
The new water tank had to be pushed up hill |
A flat spot for the new water tank had to be excavated. We picked a nice spot in among some Musk Daisy bushes (Olearia argophylla).
A nice spot for the new water tank was selected |
The new water tank is now in place on a bed of rock crusher dust |
Another existing water tank had to be emptied so that it could be lowered in height |
Breaking Ground - the excavations for the new strawberry terrace began |
After a days excavations, about 40% of the new terrace area had been excavated. It is hard work, especially when the sun is shining more strongly than you would expect for this time of year.
Mr Toothy is exhausted after watching so much excavation activities |
A good quantity of rocks were recovered in the process of digging the new strawberry terrace |
A wombat cleared the silt out of this concrete drain which it uses as an underground highway |
The wallabies are a bit frisky now that spring is here and the weather is warming. Several male wallabies have been fighting each other in the orchard at night for the attentions of a female wallaby. Needless to say, the female wallaby (like the kangaroos who are also in the orchard) are very nonplussed at the epic wallaby battles.
Male wallabies duke it out for the attentions of a female wallaby |
Spare a thought for the poor fruit trees and daffodils who are the real victims here! |
One of the two kangaroos who are also in the orchard are completely disregarding the antics of the wallabies |
An Anzac peach produces huge quantities of pink flowers with a pineapple sage in the foreground |
Ornamental cherry tree - Showoff. Nuff said! |
A Santa Rosa Plum covered in flowers |
The intricate flowers of an Acer Negundo |
“What was that that you were trying to say ?
I guess I was a thousand miles away.”