Despite a lack of enthusiasm,
From the consumers of my hand-made repast,
Kids won't eat it without complaint or bribery.
There was still simple pleasure in the act,
Purchasing those less frequently bought items,
Like calamari, deli cheese and a french stick,
The tactile experience of cutting veggies,
The anticipatory aromas of half cooked pork and seafood,
The periodic tasting of the various dishes,
The table set with fresh flowers,
Enough food so that there will be leftovers,
And having the time to take care.
Cooking a meal for my family,
Is healing for the soul.
Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
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Sunday, 6 September 2015
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