How things have changed. The pastures are finally no longer moisture stressed and neither am I. In a wintry week that’s likely to see snow carpet our sky line, I’m grateful for hope. The idea...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2017/09/04/theres-a-spring-back-in-my-step/
I’d love to install a solar system here on the farm but since we use most of our energy in the dark or at sunset, it’s a real challenge make it affordable. I’m really grateful to dairy ener...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2017/07/19/solar-at-the-dairy-how-to-crunch-the-numbers/
It’s all been about survival for an exhaustingly long time but, now, I’m focused on life at the end of the tunnel. Oddly enough, an hour of my time spent answering a researcher’s questions ...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2016/10/12/planning-for-life-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel/
My grandfather, Harry, first saw Melbourne on his way to Gallipoli. I imagine it felt like a ticket to a new life after a childhood framed by tragedy. When his mother died giving birth to his bro...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2015/04/25/how-gallipoli-put-grandpa-on-the-land/
When journalist from The Age Liam Mannix asked me how climate change was affecting our farm, the answer was: in every possible way, beginning with the circle of life. When I was a girl, we used t...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2015/03/15/what-climate-change-means-at-farm-level/
I’m writing this post hoping to be embarrassed by calling this a flop of a monsoon trough. Earlier in the week, we were promised 5 inches of rain by now but we’ve clocked up about a tenth of ...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2015/01/10/making-the-wet-worthwhile/
“If your New Year resolution is to be happier, make your priorities fruit, nature, sun and sleep.” This simple prescription for a happy life stems from Otago University research reported in t...
Meet our newest family member, Dixie the divine. Yesterday, the cows were in the house paddock for the first time since Dixie came to live with us and they were intrigued to meet her, lining up b...
https://milkmaidmarian.com/2014/12/07/singing-in-the-rain-a-pony-introduces-herself-to-the-herd/
It’s one of my earliest memories. Mum, Dad, my little brother and I took a tiny tree wrapped in paperbark down the paddock and planted it by the bank of the gully. It was a big affair that must...
Welcome to my workplace.