I’ve recently returned from my trip to Kingaroy (the land of the peanuts) to see my old man, Arch. I had a great time. For nine days I was completely unaware of time, ate terribly rich foods to my heart’s content and hung out with my favourite dude of all time. Here’s a visual aid: (clockwise: a tree!; Papa Smallwood; one of Arch’s model aeroplanes taking to the skies; Arch’s tractor for mowing the wide expanses of grass; a barbed wire fence; a car Arch built, pretty much from scratch too. It runs well and I had a ball whizzing around the paddock in it.)
There’s nothing like the country air and rain water for drinking. On one beautiful afternoon, I laid down in the tray of my dad’s utility truck staring up at the clouds. I closed my eyes and tried to really take in the environment using just my ears. It was amazing and very soothing. I heard rustling in the bushes, birds overhead, dogs barking and bees buzzing – all sounds that I fail to really take in when I’m at home.
Oh yeah, and in case you were wondering, Kingaroy peanut butter is second to none. My workmates and I spread a generous amount on toast every morning. At this rate, the tub will not last long. Wish you all could try it (bar those with allergies).
Love, April
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