I come from a farming family in the riverina, I rember as a child the taste of fresh milk from the cow still warm and my mama's amazing sponge roll made from eggs collected that day.
A funny story:
My grandparents lived a couple of kilometers away from us and grandad would often ask my brother and I to help him with his garden. My brother and grandad would spend hours mowing weeding and hedging. Mama would welcome me inside for a cup of feshly made tea and lamingtons ( my favourite ). In what would seem like no time at all, grandad and my brother would invite us to inspect their hard work. They would be sweaty, dirty but proud. Grandad would would pay us for helping him, both of us equal amounts. Back at home my bother would be furious, was it fair I should get paid for doing no work? To this day I am embarrassed to say I've never mowed a lawn.
The kids would come home from school and on went the telly,
there was fights over iPads because someone forgot to charge theirs and 1 wasn't enough!! I was spending and excess of $300 a week on groceries and I was felling more unhealthy by the minute.
I work a full time job in management, have 2 primary school aged children and a husband with his own business. I am busy but I needed a hobby of my own. I started reading gardening magazines and investing in books about simple living and self sufficency and I was hooked. I started to transform my block in Flynn.
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