The Lambert Farm

A couple of weekends ago, Danny and I trekked a few hours south of the border for his Mum's wedding. Danny's home town is a little country one on the North Coast of New South Wales; visiting his family and their farm there is always kind of like a glimpse into a different world. Everything is green and luscious, family members are abundant and animals are fully present and represented as close by as the back verandah.

There were flowers. Oh yes; an abundance of beautifully tended flowers!

There were odd pieces of particular interest; Bits of neglected sheds and cattle-related places, knives in public places and cool things like piles of split wood. Not being generally outdoorsy? I found all of this pretty excellent.

There were little people popping out from the farm's very seams.

(Our niece; Baby K)

(A second cousin, Baby R.)

(The cheekiest of all, Little B.)

Plus, you know, there was an actual wedding.

                            

                         

Farewell, Taree. Until next time!

Dad's Birthday

Today is my Dad's birthday. He is a pretty excellent man. He is extremely charismatic, unwaveringly integral and all-round dedicated to excellence and expensive man-toys. That picture-in-a-picture a la Inception is the man himself right there, circa 1963. Pretty excellent playsuit, right? Such a smooth dresser, even in toddler-dom.

He also has the goofiest sense of humour in the world and would endure the utmost humiliation if it gave him just a few minutes snuggling a newborn. Total sucker for babies. I love my Dad. Danny and I took the morning off from our church family to spend the morning with him and Mumma, who shouted us kids for breakfast to celebrate.

The best way to get the most out of the day? A spur of the moment photo shoot with my niece whilst waiting for post-breakfast mud cake. 

...Impromptu proposal, anyone?

I think we make a beautiful couple. We will forge a such train/hairdressing salon/clothing boutique named 'Rosie's Penelope' and take the hospitality/hair/fashion industry by storm! Our future offspring shall be model-tastic wunderkinds. (She accepted, by the way).

Happy birthday, Dad. To us, your adoring fans, you'l always be cooler than Neil Caffrey!