My Six A.M: Notes from a Reluctant Early Riser

Early mornings are just NOT my thing.  I have always struggled to leave the comfy confines of my bed and tend to greet the day with a cranky-pants attitude and the crazy-person hairdo to go with it. Even the excitement of a treasure hunt, which often begins with a pre-dawn wake-up call, can have me questioning my ability to throw back the sheets – well for a split second anyway….the pull of new finds is a great motivator.

 Deep inside, though, I know I am missing out on a beautiful time of day, particularly these mild, shadowy Summer mornings before the blazing sun and dripping humidity kick in.

So, I set myself a challenge to leap out of bed at 6am for 5 days and

“Seize the Day”.


Gentle sunlight on the partially built egg shed/Hen Hilton/Chook Mahal/Cluckingham Palace!


A quiet cuppa on the side steps before my crowd arrives back from a walk.IMG_4552 IMG_4559

So many lovely squash growing in my garden with a little bit of pollination help from me.

IMG_4560 Cucumbers have sharp prickles on them! They look more like a cactus than something you’d eat. The things I’m learning….

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 Flash biology lesson: female zucchini flower on the left, male on the right.IMG_4565

 Lots of crisp beans to harvest.


While planting a bed of flowers, a little gust of wind picked up the seed packet and tumbled its contents, scattering seeds as it went.  So now I have flowers growing in my carrot patch and in the cracks and crevices of my garden path.


My little garden companion, Jazz keeps me company each morning.IMG_4571

The carrots are so keen to be eaten, they are pushing themselves out of the ground!


Onions are coming along nicely.


There is a native tree on our property heaving with blossom at the moment, buzzing with the low and constant drone of hundreds of bees.  I managed to get a photo of these glassine wings captured in the briefest moment of stillness.

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My Birthday boy and the quiet moments before we were bombarded with kids and present time.  Craig trying out his new boardies.

Well, I proved to myself I could do it and while I won’t be rising at six everyday, I think I will be making more of a habit of it!

Are you an early-bird or a night-owl?

Goodbye Old Life, With Love…

Yesterday I officially laid down the tools of my 17 year career in Speech Pathology; with the final report written and cc’d, I will now have to find a spot to stash them.  It all feels quite surreal… I just hope that I have made a lasting impression on all the little people I have worked with over the years – probably close to a thousand children.IMG_3188

Butterfly Summer

This Summer, the skies were filled with a rabble of  butterflies: a serendipitous combination of hot, dry days, followed by bountiful rain, providing the perfect conditions for these magnificent insects to break their hibernation and emerge in numbers not seen in 40 years.


While the butterflies were colouring our world, a series of equally serendipitous events was also unfurling for me and my family.  

A feeling had been growing inside of me for a while, an agitation to break my hibernation and to embrace a different way of life: simpler, happier, more connected to my family and the environment.

My husband and I had been considering a tree change. I was no longer fulfilled by my role as a speech pathologist and wanted so much to pursue my new venture, “Found By Her” a little vintage home decor shop I had opened on Etsy (and was LOVING!).  We looked as far away as country Victoria but felt we would be taking ourselves and our children away from a strong and established network of family and friends, not to mention my husband’s work.

So, to find a home not too far from our support networks and within a commutable distance for my husband’s work, on a large enough block of land to allow freedom, fresh air, chooks and a veggie patch – oh, and a mortgage (or none at all) that would allow me to stop working in my ‘day job’ and focus on Found By Her – tall order, huh!!?

And then we found her – The Old Farmhouse – a grand old lady built in the 1880s, the area’s original dairy farmhouse.  She fit the bill perfectly and I fell in love at once!

This blog will follow the adventures and misadventures of our lives here at The Old Farmhouse, my lovely little shop and the area around us – one that holds so much history, so many vintage stories!

So now my dreams are in their little chrysalides waiting to metamorphosize into bigger, brighter and more wonderful things – please join me!