There was a cake stall at Farmgirl's childcare centre last week. I made one of my ridiculously large chocolate cakes and cooked it in 4 little foil pans. Then we decorated them and I looked like a uber Mum for not much effort at all. Love that as a concept.
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I have started to pack things in boxes ready to move. I don't cope well with domestic chaos. I find when we move house that putting absolutely everything in a box means that at least things look a bit orderly at the other end. Living with a pile of boxes stacked near one wall is a lot better than living with all our belongings scattered all over the house.
Something lovely happened here on the weekend. An elderly gentleman came up to The Farmhouse and introduced himself. His father had originally cleared 1500 acres that now make up part of The Farm. He did this in 1928 and he was only 20. His son had lots of old photos of some parts of The Farm and of the original camp which is now gone. It would have been such hard work. The first crop yielded 1 bag to the acre (this is an old yield measurement, to give you an idea the same paddock now yields about 23 bags). The story had a bit of a sad ending as his father had to walk off his land in the Depression. The gentleman left us copies of his father's stories and of the photos. Such a wonderful thing to have. We are incredibly grateful.
So there you go. A quick update. Now I have to go and sort out my end of financial year stuff. What an exciting way to spend a Tuesday morning.