Isabella and The Meditation Rock.

Isabella and The Meditation Rock.

Isabella was feeling a little stressed. There were animals to feed, lawns to mow, seeds to sow, washing to hang out on the line. The weekend was fast approaching and she had only a small amount of time to get herself organised. She was about to attend her first Gay family wedding and was deciding whether to go in Drag or as a Cowboy as per on the invitation. All week she had been practicing with the eyelashes and after having a number of allergic reactions, decided that she needed to rule out the extensions. Out Isabella went into the bush to sit at her Meditation Rock. Ohm…….. Ohm……….. Ohm………… Twenty minutes later, Isabella had a solution. She was going just as she was – gay or straight, drag or cowboy – love was love. She was just too delighted that her cousin had found love with such a lovely man. Mazel Tov.

Isabella and the International Fruit Pickers.

Isabella and the International Fruit Pickers.

Isabella spoke many languages – the language of love, the language of food, the language of wine. Luckily for Isabella, these languages are commonplace amongst the non-English speaking backpackers who frequented the Granite Belt every picking season. After a few awkward ‘oui ouis,’ Isabella broke out her picnic basket, cranked open the wine and shared the regions harvest with her new friends. It was lovely until the moment was interrupted abruptly by the farmer. In the confusion of meeting new people, Isabella had forgotten that the fruit had to be picked BEFORE they could celebrate the harvest. Lesson learned.