the whole farm tour

Miss Pepper met Immy for the first time two weeks before she was born.

I was standing next to her Mum at the chai tent at the Sunday market and being equally enormously pregnant, we got chatting. We spoke of due dates and baby names and cravings and how over it we both were. And we spoke of how our babies would be friends and grow up together and have lots of adventures.

And over their five years on earth, they have.

As little babies, as little dancers, sometimes at bush kinder and this year at school.

Today Immy came over to our house and as she walked in she exclaimed that she wanted to go on an adventure and see Pepper's whole farm.

So they set off.

Miss Pepper started the tour at the site of all the rooster blood from yesterday. She explained the entire process to Immy. Immy said she knew you had to say 'thank you for your life' to the rooster but then she would have to look away. Miss Pepper said she loved eating roosters and thinking about it was making her feel hungry. Immy said her too.

And then they walked through the forest along the dry creek bed. I thought it looked terribly enchanted. They thought it was terribly prickly.

They climbed under branches, over logs, around thistle bushes and screamed abracka-zizzle-pops to make magic doors open.

They told secret stories about fairies and moss,

 about the chicken the fox got,

and about all the crunchy leaves.

And then they scrambled through the prickly hawthorn bushes and into the open air.

They stopped to pull the thorns out of their leggings and shoes and to examine their scratches and then made their way to the farmer boys who were harvesting beetroot.

They helped out for a while, pulling big purple bulbs out of the ground.

And then they came across a beetroot that was so massively gigantic that it needed three people to pull and pull and pull...

Hooray!!

But the fun didn't stop there.

After the gigantic beetroot came the enormous carrot babies.

And the huge carrot noses.

But after all that adventuring they were so tired they could barely walk and needed to hitch a ride up to the house on the tractor.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing with bunnies and baskets.

Oh to be a five year old adventurer. Such uncomplicated fun. Such a big wide world to explore. So many gigantic adventurous opportunities.



xx