The setting sun dazzles the eyes as it sparkles against the field of white onion heads. It looks like a garden of gold. To the sunbirds, bees and butterflies the seeding onions are like gold. The air is filled with the scent of onion, not pungent. Rather like a lightly frying onion. The air is also filled with the chorus of buzzing and the flit of dozens of Malachite Sunbirds. Their gorgeous greenish blue body sparkles as much as the sun reflecting off the onion heads. Our stroll was shortened because the entire Buckaroo clan - complete with dogs, cats and an escaped goat - stopped to view the spectacular sight. Or nibble on an onion seed.

Nestled in the cool shade of an immense rock face, almost covered by honeysuckle, overlooking an orchard fed by the softest splash of water - one would never guess that the tiny cottage is situated in rather arid conditions. From the heights where eagles lazily ride the winds overhead, one would see the barest splash of green. For miles around is only a landscape of rock and sand, cactus and thorn tree, dry riverbed and ruins of bygone generations. The homestead is hidden between sheer cliffs of rocky mountains. The shade thrown sheltering a surprisingly lush homestead. The carefully rationed water, especially precious in desert conditions; comes from a very deep, very old borehole causing a secret garden to flourish in semi-desert. Over many years the homestead has seen people come and go. Each planting trees but seldom staying long enough to enjoy the shade or the fruit, until now.

Yellow sorbet drips off fingertips as sweat drips off foreheads. It is well over 40C in the shade but the beautiful herb Ice Bowl is far from melting. Which means the delicious zesty fruit Sorbet is barely softening at the edges. Polite table manners are thrown to the wind as everyone runs their fingers around their bowls instead of wasting a drop. I love foodie movies, shows and magazines. Half of the allure is the creative food art, while the other half is unique combinations of flavour. Chilli chocolate. Garlic ice-cream. Avo and sweet peppadew pizza. This dish is both. The zesty fruit sorbet is a taste sensation. While the dish itself is a showstopper. A bonus is that the Sorbet is creamy without needing an ice-cream maker!

If you could ...... time travel, where would you go?Personally, I wouldn't time travel. I have too many painful memories of loss that is not worth repeating despite the numerous incredible memories. Today is too wonderful and tomorrow holds so much promise. Why would I want to go back?

"How do you cope with 12 babies less than a month old?!" "Thirteen babies. There's actually 13. We also adopted.""You're kidding?" "Nope. I don't kid about goats."Curious (and lost) a flashy city vehicle had stopped to watch us to cross the farm road with our goats and their frolicking newborns. The questions came fast and furious. They expressed their city ignorance about farm life as well as basic biology.

"Who made her pwetty hair so ugly?"The wail escalated as my daughter raced around waving the doll accusingly in every family members face. Even the dogs and cats were facing the angry jury. "My dolly has a bald patch!"The cries reached ear-shattering proportions. As I stared in confusion at the balding doll, a colourful movement in the apricot tree at our front door demanded my attention. There, among the flowering branches, was a gaudy nest sporting pwetty orange wool. The exact same wool as the tragic-looking doll.