The farm is a little gem of a place. A dusty path leads you in through an expanse of flat acres that are sprinkled here and there with cattle and framed in the distance by views of the Great Dividing Range. The path then turns and runs parallel to a creek, next to which stands a well-worn, well-loved house. Last Sunday we paid a visit and were greeted outside the house by my boyfriend’s Grandpa, all smiley eyes and long white beard like a slim Aussie Santa Claus! Like always, once invited inside we found his Grandma smiling and presenting us with homemade cake still warm from the oven (this time banana cake with lemon icing), a little vase of fresh flowers on the table and a seemingly unlimited supply of soft drinks in the fridge. We stayed until the sun set and I was perfectly content wondering around taking pictures of anything that caught my eye. Here's to simple Sundays, the farm, family and lots of cake!
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