Life - Back to the mountain

I hadn't been back to the farm on Mount Tamborine since my Uncle passed away at the end of August.
Everything seems the same, except perhaps the grass is a little longer.
The ritual remains the same; cups of tea upon arrival, a walk around the garden and paddocks, salad lunch outside, and then a trip to the retired avocado orchard to pick bags and bags full of them.
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