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When trees attack they often do so without warning.
A few months ago, a massive old eucalypt (I think Blakeley’s red gum, but my identification skills are poor) in the crop paddock near the house suddenly turned into a crushing giant squid-shaped thing, demolishing fences and flattening my hopes of helping it live into another century. 386 more words
When we were looking to purchase our home, one of the requirements was that we needed land. Yes, I said needed.
I grew up on an 80 acre farm about 20 miles from where we live, so there was no way I was living in town (because apartment living in college was enough for me!) and although my husband grew up in the suburbs, he didn’t want to live in town either. 1,097 more words