Shearing – by Lorna Madson

I thought it was time for another poem as seeing as a few farmers around here have been shearing, I thought this was appropriate. Enjoy.

 

Shearing – by Lorna Madson

I still recall shearing at Dad’s place,

All those early starts,

Learning to skirt the fleeces,

Pulling off the daggy parts.

I remember Dad sewing up sheep that were cut,

With a needle and big piece of cotton,

Sometimes we helped him yard up the sheep,

Or bring in some the dog had forgotten.

There’s a definite art to throwing a fleece,

One that i’m still yet to master,

The only time I ever tried,

Was a complete and utter disaster!

It was always a guess as to when we would shear,

Dad never knew quite when they’d come,

But you always knew by their thirsty look,

When they were about to do the last run.

Mum prepared meals and worked in the shed,

While us kids got up to mischief,

One time we shore so late in October,

Mum asked if they’d be there for Christmas!

Every year without a doubt,

The straw broom went down to the shed,

Either Dad forgot to buy one,

Or it was easier to take Mum’s instead.

On school days we’d race from the bus to the shed,

There was no time for homework or chores,

Getting tossed in a wool press, riding sheep in the pen,

Our hands full of prickles and sore.

When we cut-out half the district would come,

The wool table would be covered in grub,

Plenty to drink and the odd song or two,

It was better than any session at the pub!

This is a glimpse of what shearing was like,

Or at least it’s the bits I remember,

The shearing shed’s where all the action was at,

Usually somewhere around August-September.

But I doubt if Dad’s memories of shearing,

Are as fond to him as mine are to me,

For I didn’t have to worry ’bout microns,

Wool packs and presses you see!

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Holidays

I had to work for the first three weeks of Jan, running the local shop. But after that I headed straight down to the coastal town of Hopetoun, south WA.  It was just gorgeous as the kids and I went swimming the moment we arrived. (Hubby had farmers still harvesting so he couldn’t join us until his bin was closed.)

We stay in the caravan park and I love the thick bushes that make it nice and private. We have a onsite van so I only have to open the door without too much fuss. So needless to say I got straight down to typing (after the swim of course) and I didn’t have to worry about the kids. Gotta love a nice safe park thats right on the beach.  Without any housework, bored kids or internet distractions writing was my main focus and I managed to write 11,000 words in the four days I was there.  It got me thinking about heading down more often. It’s only 2.5hr drive from my place…really I should go down for weekends more often!! Or at least start using it more as a writers retreat.

Then we headed off to Esperance for another five days to catch up with family. The kids uncle works on the port and they loved seeing the huge ships come in to load. Another crowd favourite was Sammy the Seal. Kinda nice hanging out by the jetty.

But this was my son’s favourite by far.  He was just taken with the little steam engine.

And one of the highlights for me, besides spending quality time with the family, was catching up with Fleur McDonald. Living in the middle of nowhere makes it hard to personally catch up with other writers so we weren’t going to miss this opportunity. Over lunch we talked all things writing and publishing. And yet there was still not enough hours to cover all the things we could have talked about.  Fleur lives in a beautiful part of WA and seeing as we have family in Esperance I’m sure we’ll get to catch up again soon.

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Mornings

 

I have been walking in the mornings at 5.30am with my mum. Sometimes we walk  around the paddocks behind our house and up to the rock. It takes us about an hour return trip walking fast. But as much as I hate getting out of bed it is so worth it. The air is so fresh and clear, the kangaroo’s are out and so are the birds.  We take the dogs with us  and they also walked to the top of the rock.

One moment was rather scary when we were at the top watching two big Eagles float in the air as it rushed over the rock as one of the dogs spotted it…and this dog isn’t mine, its our neighbours dog.  Even scarier when it darted off after it.Typical.

Now years ago we went up the rock as kids with our little Jack Russel, Patch.  He chased a lizard and ended up rolling over the edge of the rock much to our horror as we watched on, unable to stop him. I was around 13 I think, so it was traumatic.  Lucky for us, back then, my aunty was walking around the bottom and happened to watch the dog roll all the way down. Lucky Patch was a little dog because he survived it with only a few scrapes.  So here I am, thinking back on this moment and knowing the neighbours dog is twice Patch’s size…Oh heck! And I’m thinking of the phone call I might have to make! Oh Hell!

I got mum to watch our dog (I really didn’t need to lose both!) as I carefully headed to the egde calling his name. I thought he was a gonner for sure as it got steeper towards the edge, then I see the white ball of fluff running towards me over a rise. I tell you, I’ve never been so happy to see him!  We walked back home and both dogs were really buggered. A big swim in the dam for them both.

Here’s our view from the top. You can see our local golf club and the town where the white CBH bins are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Storm by Lorna Madson

We have been having plenty of storms this harvest so it seemed fitting for me to share this next poem with you.

 

 

 

The Storm by Lorna Madson

As the storm clouds gather and the thunder rolls about,

The wind drops off, it’ll rain there’s no doubt,

The question is how much we will get,

There’s a few who haven’t yet finished harvesting yet.

The thunder gets louder and the lightening gets worse,

The dog’s taken off, and the boss starts to curse,

It’s still hot and sticky when the first big drops fall,

The boss goes inside, dog won’t come to his call.

The smell of the rain on the hot ground is beaut,

Then the power goes off, now that’s really cute,

The kids get scared and the cat wants out,

Thunder’s so loud, everyone starts to shout.

With candles, you bath kids and get them all fed,

Then quick as you can, you get them in bed,

The wind is now howling and the windows all rattle,

The lights try to come back, but it’s too great a battle.

So you go to bed and listen to the storm outside rage,

By now the rain’s probably filled up the gauge,

You drift off to sleep with the rhythm of the rain,

And wake up next day to a sight so insaine.

The garden shed’s gone to heaven knows where,

The spot where it was is amazingly bare,

The clothes line is twisted into abstract art form,

Leaves from your best shrubs have all been torn.

The dog’s on the veranda, shaking and cringing,

Toys are all wet and the kids start whinging,

The down pipe it seems, couldn’t take anymore,

Water tank’s full and there’s water galore.

The boss mumbles something ’bout summer feed spoiled,

Where’s the vege patch gone that you lovingly toiled?

You do what you can to clean up the mess,

And curse him above, the unwanted stress.

By late afternoon you’ve retrieved almost all,

And you just get inside as the first big drops fall,

The clouds gather dark in the distant blue yonder,

Thunder rumbles and the dog starts to wander.

(c) Lorna Madson 2003

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Loretta Hill

I’m am very excited to have Loretta Hill on my blog! It’s great to have a fellow WA author, even better to have one that writes the type of book I love. 

I met Loretta back in 2009, I think it was, at a RWA conference we had in Perth. Out of all the people I met, I recall talking to her and about the story she was writing. It sounded fab, even back then. I couldn’t remember her name, but I remembered the story. (I lost my ability to remember after having my kids!)

I’m so excited that Loretta now has this wonderful book out, The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots. The title had me at Steel-Capped.

I’ve asked Loretta a few questions, so we can get to know her a little better. Thanks Loretta!!

Okay, so lets start with the nitty gritty. Where were you born, raised and schooled.

 I was born, raised and schooled inPerth. I’ve lived for short stints in other parts of Australiabut have always returned toPerth. I love my home town.

 What made you become an engineer? What are some of the highlights of your career?

 I kind of fell into it. I’ve always wanted to be a writer but I needed a plan B and engineering just sort of  happened. I know that’s hard to believe…. My father is an engineer so he was a big influence and I was actually pretty good at maths and science at school. I got the grades to do engineering, so I thought what the heck, what else am I going to do while I’m waiting to be published?  (Which in hindsight was a rather naive of me considering engineering then proceeded to consume most of my life for the next eight years.)

 It did allow me to see a lot ofAustralia. Particularly places I wouldn’t not normally travel to on a whim… like the Pilbara. I’ve also worked on big construction sites inQueensland  and in little one street towns, like Wiluna situated right in the centre of WA.

 Although, I’m on maternity leave at the moment, I do intend to go back to engineering again part time. There are many aspects of it that I enjoy. And it would actually cost me a pang now to give it up completely.

 With mining being a big thing in WA, I’m really looking forward to reading The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots. Please tell us a bit about it and when its release date is?

 This story centres around a young female engineer who gets sent to the outback to live and work on a construction site with three hundred and fifty guys. She struggles! She’s a very girlie girl, very city orientated and it’s a bit of a shock dealing not only with the job but the wildlife, the male chauvinists, the lack of privacy and the one man she’s supposed to impress but who thinks she’s a joke.

 There’s a lot of big issues in this book, sexual harassment, isolation, broken families and definitely falling in love but I’ve tried to focus on the lighter side of being locked into a situation that’s just out of your comfort zone. I love writing comedy, so there’s plenty of dry Aussie humour in there.

 “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” is out January 2nd , 2012.

Yes, and people are already reading it….I am yet to get my copy and I’m feeling rather sad that I have to wait! The teaser had me sucked in.

 This is your first mainstream book Loretta, so how did it all happen?

 The engineering project in my novel was real. It was a project I actually worked on as a graduate. I was very homesick when I was on the Pilbara and to get through the day I used to write an email home to my family every morning. My mum printed them all, put them in a file and gave them back to me when I got home. She was adamant I had to somehow turn it into a novel. I couldn’t at first because I was too close to the subject matter and couldn’t make the characters fictional. Nearly ten years on, I found the file of emails again and made a second attempt. That’s how “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” was born.

 When did you start writing and how did you go about getting published?

 I started writing stories almost as soon as I could write. I wrote most of my way through high school and university, just for my own enjoyment. When I got my first job after graduation, I started writing at night after work with a serious intention to finding a publisher. My first novel was published with Avalon Books New York in 2009. This is a short contemporary romantic comedy set inSydneycalled, “Kiss and Tell.”

  How did you find out your ms had been accepted?

 I received both offers for publication, (“Kiss and Tell” and “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots.”) via email. I’ve never received, “the call” so to speak. But I think it was probably better that way given there was a lot of screaming and dancing going on.

 Have you used many of your own experiences for this book?

 Yes, I had a lot of anecdotes to draw from, some are my own, some are of people I knew. I just put my fictional characters into the same situation and imagined how they would react to it. I still have heaps of material left over. “The Girl in Steel-Capped Boots” may be getting a sequel J

 How do you find time to write when you have 3 kids under the age of 4? Do you have a routine or do you go with the flow?

 I have no routine or schedule that can’t be broken at a moment’s notice. Basically I write around my kids whenever there’s a spare half an hour here and there. It is difficult and slow going but I guess till they are a little older this is just something I will have to deal with.

 Do you have another book in the pipeline?

 I definitely do.  I’m writing it at the moment. It’s set in my other favourite place inWestern Australia– The Margaret River Wine Region.

 Oh, I can’t wait for that one. Margaret River ares is just gorgeous.

Being a busy mum and a writer, do you get time to read and what’s on your TBR pile?

 I get very little time to read. My TBR pile is enormous!!! And it grows faster than it shortens if you know what I mean.

 Just recently added was Lola’s Secret by Monica McInerney and The Bark Cutters by Nicole Alexander. I just finished reading Cathryn Hein’s debut, Promises. It was lovely.

 And lastly, in one word describe your strongest trait? Determined.

Thank you so much for sharing with us Loretta. Check out Loretta’s website for details on book signings.  I know I’ll be getting one to add to my collection. 

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The Road Home – 2012

I’m very excited to share with you the new cover of The Road Home. Although I will have copies early to sell at the Wagin Woolorama on the 9th, the book isn’t released until the 28th March.

When your life is at a crossroads, how do you find the road home? (love this line)

Lara Turner has a boyfriend, a nice house in the city and a chance at a big promotion. So when her brother calls asking her to come home, she hesitates. Can she face the memories that inhabit the beloved place of her childhood? And how does she feel with the news it’s to be sold? Is she the answer to saving the family farm?

Jack Morgan has memories of his own to contend with. A falling-out with his family and a bitter end to a past relationship have left a big chip on his shoulder. When his best mate’s beautiful sister arrives on the scene, he finds himself deeply conflicted.

Lara and Jack have a powerful attraction but are constantly at odds. Will their love of the same land keep them apart, or grow into a love of a different kind?

 From the bestselling author of The Family Farm and Heart of Gold comes a heartwarming novel about finding your true place in the world, and the healing power of the land.

trh -The Road Home trailer

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Bush Christmas Tree

We have one very special event in our little town every year, our community Christmas Tree. It was the 86th year in a row, this year. Myself and my mate Lea take delight in keeping this tradition going and every year we try to make each tree that little bit better. We start planing, then we hit the shops in Perth for two days, helping Santa buy the gifts. We have a set budget to work with and we like to get bang for our buck. The bigger the better!

We are Santa’s little helpers. :)

The district comes together in the morning to set up the decorations. And usually its also a catch up with people we haven’t seen in a while.

A few years back we also started a colouring competition. A Christams picture gets sent out with their specail invite from Santa. We divided the kids up into three sections and stick their pictures on the wall with a special coloured code so kids and adults could vote for their favourite.  Kids love seeing their work on display. (My son sat down and coloured his picture in until it was done. I’ve never seen him concentrate for so long. His teacher would have been impressed!)

We were lucky this year to recieve money from the drought fund, so we put on free food and drinks for the kids and free bbq meat for the adults.

Here they wait eagerly for Santa to arrive at 6.45pm.

When the kids heard the siren, they knew he was coming. They were so excited.

Santa gets out and throws/hands out lollies to the kids. Then they rush inside to sit by the tree.

Settling Santa in on his special chair. We made that a few years back and found out that mice like eating velvet!!! Little buggers. Lucky they ate in spots that were coverable. 

Then we help Santa to give out all the presents to all the kids. We only had 47 kids this year, we are shrinking in size but for a 5 house town thats pretty amazing.

Huge thanks go to all the parents who helped set up and then clean up. Also to Yogi, Lea’s other half, for all his work with the meat and bbqs.  So much of what’s done in a small community is volunteers and without them there would be no events like this.  Farmers putting harvest on hold for an hour so they could help set up lights etc, is very special and we appreciate it!

So I’ll end this blog with a huge Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you and your family enjoy every moment and wishing you a fabulous New Year!  Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas x

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Xmas lights – Outback style

So a couple of our locals came up with a competition to get everyone in the Christmas spirit. A notice went out to everyone, come and join in our Farm Gate Lights Competition.

By friday night we gathered under the tree, our five house town now thriving with people.

We fired up the barbie, cooked a few snags and fed the hungry mass as we waited until it was time to load up the bus!

7.3o we climbed aboard! All the seats were full! (Yes we were a little surprised at the great turn out) So then we were left in our wonderful drivers hands. Thanks Tess for the use of your bus and being our driver…we were louder than your average bus run!!

On our way we had a rough floodway to navigate but lucky our bus-hostess, Mark, guided us to the exits, our crash position and where the gas masks would fall from. (There is always one in the crowd!) :) :)

Our first stop, which took us twenty minutes to get to, was Uralla Farm. Kids crammed out of the bus to see the lights to the sound of the generator in the background. The bus was also needed to light up the sign on the right. It was so exciting to see their driveway so bright. 

Then it was time to fit back on the bus and head to the Murray’s farm gate, with a very loud 3 cheers for Jensen’s lights.

As we arrive the bus occupants made a collective ‘oooh’ as we saw the lights. The kids bus shelter was covered in lights and ‘blow up’ santa was looking great. It looked like you could land a plane with the lights leading down the driveway. On the left side the mail box was covered in lights, holding another santa inside. Eventually we squished back on the bus, making sure no kid was left behind, and had another round of 3 cheers!

Our third stop was to the Thompson’s farm gate.

The kids love this Santa, and such a great job. (He was internally made out of wire) Every present that was in and around the mail box was shaken…just in case it was real!!

The Thompson’s mail box has just only had a face life, normally white, and just by chance the new paint matched the xmas colours! Well done!

Another round of applause and we headed to our last farm gate, the last three were ‘townies’.

At the Garard’s driveway there was even more surprise and amazement at finding something new.

Here we had Santa’s buggy being pulled by a lone wooden reindeer. (Not sure who made the reindeer, maybe it was the only log they had?!?!)

Next we stopped at the old school house. There was a few complaints that they shouldn’t be included because they had power sources!!!

 

And ours was next.

 

And the last house I didn’t get a photo because up on their roof with their lights was the REAL santa!! He was all dressed up and walking across the roof. The kids went wild, screaming at Mrs Silver to turn her bus around!!! But by the time we got back there he had gone. Must have been checking out the chimney.

We pulled back in under the tree at nearly 9pm, the bright lights from the fire truck flashing like we had a night disco on, and we all fell out…filed out. But only after we had all voted for the best one. The winner will be announced tonight at our local Christmas Tree.

It was a fantastic night, filled us all with Christmas cheer and excitment. I’m sure next year we will have a bigger and better comp, with folks already thinking about what to do! (We might need a few more vehicles to get around in too)

It’s amazing what you can do with a generator and an imagination. Well done to you all!!

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Down the backyard

Meet our two new pets. We were given these two ducks with some extra hens. I’ve got small bantoms, so the new larger hens are trying to rule the chook pen. Bossy things they are.

These two ducks I’ve put in our fruit tree area which didn’t have a water source. For the time being my sons toy truck will have to do.

I found a duck egg under the grape vine this morning…can you spot it?

I’ve just started picking some of the ripe apricots and a few peaches. The poor tree is loaded.

Yum, just love summertime when all the fruit is ripe. And here’s some other things we have been busy at. With lots of full lakes around we now have a place to take the kids for a swim. My dad sold his boat years ago so lucky we have great locals who are happy to tow us around the lake for a ski. It was gorgeous yesterday for the lake, but today is back to overcast with rain for the next few days….Like we need anymore!!!

And its that time of the year again! Christmas. So we have done our bit and hung up some lights so Santa can find his way to our house. These LED lights are so bright!! Not the best of photos, but you get the jist. Love the solar lights, saves on all the power cords.

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More Flood Pics

 

Here is just a few more photo’s I took while driving around.  It’s just amazing to see so much water.

Silvie, the boarder collie, checks out the water.

This picture is of the driveway to my uncles farm, which we call Kate’s.

 

All the water makes for some nice pitures.

On Burngup Road, you can see the fence on the left which has been swept over the road.

This is what is left after the water drains away. This is just one section of washed out railway.

I went walking this morning with my mum down past Bakers to Byass’s where the water has ripped up all the bitumen across the road, swept all the fences on both sides of the road away and turned the wheat crop to mud. I wanted to go see how the wheat looked up close but it was still soaking in water and I was worried i’d get my feet bogged. I guess a few weeks and we’ll know whats left of the crops.

Most of the water has all run away, following the gully’s and filling up all our dry salt lakes. So soon I will have some lake pictures for you. In my next book The Road Home, the characters go skiing on a lake just out of Kulin. :)

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