Post by braided-rug on Oct 9, 2005 16:00:13 GMT 10
I am going to try to remember my memories of spring as a child.
Alot of it related to listening to frogs. We have been enjoying a similar experience here over the past few weeks.
I love the white blossoms like acacias, all the white blossoms seem to come out at the same time.
On our farm we planted tobacco out into the fields and took the wool off the sheep. They seem to do it earlier these days, maybe it was too cold for the sheep where we were. We ploughed the field for the tiny plants and our sharefarmers did the rest. I loved to walk in the fine dusty dirt, one day I saw 8 snakes.
Sheep shearing usually meant my aunty would come with a large pot of tea and a basket of cakes for the workers. It always tasted very nice.
It meant me following the sheep home along the roads, filling old tin cans with stones and kicking them along.
I loved daffodils growing in paddocks.
I loved the sound of tractors being busy.
Alot of it related to listening to frogs. We have been enjoying a similar experience here over the past few weeks.
I love the white blossoms like acacias, all the white blossoms seem to come out at the same time.
On our farm we planted tobacco out into the fields and took the wool off the sheep. They seem to do it earlier these days, maybe it was too cold for the sheep where we were. We ploughed the field for the tiny plants and our sharefarmers did the rest. I loved to walk in the fine dusty dirt, one day I saw 8 snakes.
Sheep shearing usually meant my aunty would come with a large pot of tea and a basket of cakes for the workers. It always tasted very nice.
It meant me following the sheep home along the roads, filling old tin cans with stones and kicking them along.
I loved daffodils growing in paddocks.
I loved the sound of tractors being busy.