If it's felt a little quiet on here lately, I promise we have not been sitting still.

The past few weeks have been full in the most wonderful way — the kind of full that leaves you tired and grateful in equal measure. Here's a little of what we've been up to.

Some events are just events. And then there are the ones that mean something a little more.

Our World Bee Day Morning Tea on Wednesday 20 May is one of those.

May 20 would have been our beautiful son Rodney's birthday. We lost Rodney at just 15 years old to an asthma attack — and this day has always carried a particular weight in our hearts. This year, rather than letting it pass quietly, we decided to open the gates and do something with it. Something gentle. Something that gives back.

This land has held us through all of it — raising our family, long working weeks, Stuart's early mornings and late nights, my years in the community sector. Werombee has always been home. But for a long time, it was also the thing we came back to rather than the thing we were fully in.

There's no such thing as a typical day here — and that's exactly how we like it.

Most mornings start early. Stuart is usually out at the hives before the rest of the world has woken up, moving quietly among the bees while the air is still cool and the orchard is catching its first light. I'll have the kettle on by the time he comes back in, and we'll sit together for a bit before the day properly begins. That part — the sitting, the tea, the not-rushing — that's something we love.