Dear Time, Dear Bread

Dear Time, I miss you!

It feels like time is slipping through my fingers like sand. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to hold onto it, it gets away from me (I wish I could capture more time as easily as I can capture moments with a camera).

I suppose it’s no great surprise. Life is very busy as we prepare for the biggest move of our lives. 

Soon, our life here in Melbourne will come to end, and a new life in Victoria’s rural countryside will begin. I’m counting down the days, minutes and seconds until we are there. I cannot wait for a life full to the brim with muddy wellies, wood fired ovens and evening walks under the kind of starlit sky only the countryside can provide. These romantic thoughts are what gets me through all the crazy that is our life right now, even though I know that moving in mid winter, to a place much colder than where we currently live, is far from ideal. It will be cold, and wet, and most likely miserable. We will probably question our sanity more than once, and our decision to move five hours from everything we know. But I have faith we have made the right choice. Besides, there will be hot tea and freshly baked bread and campfires to get us through. And all these things make everything bearable in my book.

We are three weeks from moving and there is still so much to do. Our time will be filled with packing up all our belongings and moving them to our 40 foot shipping container, which currently holds most of our earthly possessions. We have already started to collect plants and herbs to plant out our garden, and they will have to be carted the whole way there. I really hope they make it. I really hope we make it!

There is much to be done. And even more when we get there. There will be landscaping to complete, the kitchen garden and orchard to plant, driveways and pathways to gravel and outbuildings, which we have two of and will be our studio space, to spruce up. And that’s not even considering the renovation of the two houses! Yes, there will be lots to do! 

On top of it all, we got ourselves a cute little puppy a few weeks ago, and I have to tell you, puppies are much harder to raise than babies! But even though our shoes are being chewed on and Avalon’s toys are constantly being sneaked out of her room, she is a part of the family and very loved. Her name is Tigerlily and she is a Staghound Belgium Malinois cross, and she’ll be a great companion to have in the countryside and a great lap warmer on cold nights.

So, even though we will have to contend with the cold and the wet, with creaking old floorboards and an ancient kitchen that may or may not function as we eventually want it to, there is nothing in the world I would rather do than work on this dream of ours, to have our own micro-farm where we are as self-sustainable as possible, where we will grow our own food and create the home life we have always wanted.

I hope to post at least a few more times before we move, but just in case I don’t have the time, see you on the other side friends! I will, however, leave you with this yeasty seed loaf I have been making lately. It’s my latest bread obsession and it’s so easy and so satisfying to make and very satisfying to eat. Dear, dear bread!

I hope you try it (you can grab the recipe here) and I hope it brings you a peaceful minute from the busyness that is our lives sometimes.

Love and light,

Susanna xo