It is the eve before they start building our new Workshop. The Machinist has, for the most part, prepared all he can before the builders' arrival. He and the lads have moved tons and tons of soil and roadbase, in efforts to heighten the land which runs alongside our house on which the Workshop will 'sit'. A pad, if you will.
I have meant to take many photos of the paddocks beyond our land. When we stand on the back deck, we can see such beauty for miles, it seems. The willows, the tussocks, the variety of gum trees, the hills and my favourite scene of all and one which I've posted on before - the three dead trees which look as if they are performing modern dance, while having an air of the wise prophets of old. Very soon, this view will no longer be.
Instead, a growing business. A family legacy. Scary, yet challenging. Challenging, yet scary. Like many before us, everything on the line.
But by the Grace of God go I (we).