Home sweet home

I went home on the weekend. I will never ever tire of it. That first morning when I wake up there I feel like a new me. I can smell the fresh air, walk around with no shoes on and not brush my hair for two days in a row. The best part is looking up at night and seeing all of the stars. You don't see those in the big city. 

This particular weekend I went home for the birthday of my Dad. I got to catch up with family, friends, laugh, lay on the grass with Manu the Dog, eat food, drink wine and act as assistant farm hand to said Dad. There is no where else I would rather be.

Highlight of the weekend: driving past the main paddock and seeing a newly born calf wobbling around on its skinny legs.