Through the packing shed…

Through-the-packing-shed

Wether or not it has anything to do with the old adage an apple a day keeps the doctor away I remain undecided but as long as I can remember we have always eaten an apple and sometimes several apples a day. Since we moved to Tasmania most of our apples have come from our ageing granny smith tree in the back garden or from Lee’s orchard in Dilston. The apples and pears of various varieties have been of consistantly good quality always having a freshness of flavour and juiciness. Which is more than I can say from the occasional forced purchases from Coles and Woolies. Sometimes when not being able to visit the Harvest or Evendale markets we drive up to Dilston and buy our supplies directly from Lee’s orchard packing shed. One cloudy day a month so ago we made such a trip and just as we parked by the packing shed the sun came out and bathed the apple trees in the late winter light needless to say I grabbed the camera and click. A few minutes later it rained…

Terry the turkey…

Terrry the turkey

This is Terry the turkey while he looks like a mean and nasty fella but nothing could be further from the truth he follows his human ‘friends’ around making aggreable grunts he even likes to be stroked every so often. The rest of the time he keeps his hareem of eight females in check by shepherding them in the direction he thinks they should go and at night flies up into a tree roost.