seventh

The seventh day of the new year is our farmer boy's birthday.

We tried to convince him to have a party, to go on an adventure, or to go camping, but he told us that all he wanted was a day off. A day where he did not leave the farm, was not busy, or productive.

We gave him a pancake breakfast, loads of hand made cards and prezzies, a pavlova lunch, and we gave him a set of wood carving knives.



And when we went down to look after the animals and clean the irrigation filters, we brought back up with us a bit of black wattle.



First he chopped it in half and then he got to work with his new tools.











After a while the girls got their knives out too.



It was such a gorgeous way to spend the afternoon, busy hands, snippets of conversation and curly wood shavings.



We'll finish the day with a movie and popcorn.

I feel like we gave our boy the happiest birthday and everything he asked for. Oh except the non productive bit, look at all those shavings.

Happy, happy birthday farmer Bren, oh how we lovelovelove you!!

I hope you guys had a great farmer Bren's birthday too.
Oh and I'll draw the five beanie winners tomorrow if that's ok, the movie is starting and I don't want to miss out.

xxxx