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10/05/2026

🌿 BUNYA GROVE — FOR THE WOMEN 🌿

Today isn’t simple for everyone.

Not every woman is a mother.
Not every relationship is whole.
Not every story fits neatly into a day like this.

And still…
there is so much love here.

In the women who nurture in ways no one sees.
In the ones who show up for others, again and again.
In the ones who have carried loss, distance, or silence — and kept going anyway.

Love doesn’t always look like children.

Sometimes it looks like:
holding space
checking in
feeding people
keeping things together when no one else can

Sometimes it looks like quiet strength.
Sometimes it looks like starting again.

Out here on the farm, we see it everywhere —
in instinct, in care, in resilience.

Not perfect.
Not always recognised.
But real.

💛 So today, this is for all women.

The mothers.
The grandmothers.
The ones who longed to be.
The ones who chose a different path.
The ones whose connections are strained, distant, or still healing.

You are not outside of this day.
You are part of it.

And to all the women in my life — old and new —
thank you for being exactly who you are.
I treasure every moment, every connection,
and the quiet ways we’ve shaped each other.
You are truly beautiful.

Long after the work is done… love is what stays. xx

25/04/2026

Today at Bunya Grove, we pause for ANZAC Day… in our own way.

No polished speeches here. Just dusty boots, tired hands, and a whole lot of respect.

Because the truth is, the people we remember today… they weren’t so different from us. Hard workers. Early risers. People who knew what it meant to push through when the job wasn’t easy. People who showed up for each other.

We reckon they would’ve understood this life — long days, unpredictable seasons, and getting the job done no matter what.

And while we might have a laugh, carry on, and keep things pretty real around here… today sits a little quieter.

A little heavier.

Between the rows, in the still moments, in the space where the noise drops away — that’s where the gratitude hits.

For the freedoms we often don’t stop to think about.
For the peace we get to wake up to.
For the simple life we’re lucky enough to live.

We don’t forget. Not today. Not ever.

So we carry on… but we carry them with us.

Lest we forget. 🌿

24/04/2026

We will remember them

Opening hours this weekend

⚘️Farm Store 10am-12pm
30 Nichols Rd, Amamoor

⚘️Kawana Waters Farmers Market
Sportsmans Parade, Birtinya
6am-12pm

⚘️ Noosa Farmers Market
Weyba Rd, Noosaville
6am-12pm

30/03/2026

Ladies!! If you are interested in learning all things hiking, check these guys out! It was so great to have them stay at our very own Cockatoo Corner camp area this weekend. Bunya Grove Camping and Accommodation

30/03/2026

23/03/2026

LAST WEEK FOR PERSIMMONS 🍊

This is it — the final week of persimmon season! If you’ve been thinking about grabbing some, now’s your chance before they’re gone for the year.

Sweet, fresh, and straight from our grove — perfect for snacking, baking, or sharing (if they last that long 😉).

Shed sales @ 30 Nichols Road, Amamoor
Monday to Friday 2-5
Saturday 10-12

Kawana Waters Farmers Markets Saturday
Noosa Farmers Market Sunday

08/03/2026

🐢 TURTLE SEASON AT THE PACKING SHED 🐢

Every year around March, right beside the packing shed, the ground starts to wiggle.
And no, it’s not another pipe we’ve hit.

The freshwater turtles hatch out and make their very serious, very determined march back to the water — tiny legs pumping like they’re late for something important.

Suddenly the farm goes into Turtle Traffic Control Mode.
Forklifts slow down.
Boots watch where they land.
Everyone’s yelling, “OI, THERE’S ONE HERE!” like it’s an emergency (because it is).

They don’t stop.
They don’t panic.
They don’t care about our schedules.
They just head straight for the water like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

It’s one of those quiet reminders that the land was here long before us — and every now and then, we get front-row seats to something pretty special.

Even if it does bring the packing shed to a standstill 🐢💚

05/03/2026

BUNYA GROVE – Persimmon Season Update 🍊🌿

Persimmon season is well and truly underway at Bunya Grove.

Which means pickers in the orchard, buckets filling faster than our backs can recover, and a packing shed that seems to run on equal parts fruit, coffee and stubborn determination.

At this point in the season I’m not entirely convinced my back still exists… and I’m fairly sure my legs are now operating purely on muscle memory.

That’s harvest life.

When you grow a perishable crop, there’s no “we’ll get to it tomorrow.”
Persimmons ripen when they’re ready — not when the weather suits us. With rain on the forecast, the window can close quickly, so when the fruit is ready, we move.

Early mornings.
Full bins.
Sticky hands.
Long days.

But the truth is, Mick and I are never doing this alone.

Behind every tray of fruit is a crew of people who show up every day ready to work. Pickers carefully moving through the rows. Packers sorting and grading in the shed. Forklift drivers keeping the whole operation flowing.

Yes, they’re paid. But they also bring effort, humour, patience and teamwork — and that matters more than people realise.

Because food doesn’t magically appear on supermarket shelves.

It’s grown.
Picked.
Packed.

By real people with sore backs, muddy boots and a lot of pride in what they produce.

So if you see Bunya Grove persimmons in the coming weeks — at markets or in store — know they were harvested in a tight weather window and packed by a team that cares deeply about the fruit leaving this farm.

Short season.
Sweet fruit.
And a whole lot of gratitude for the people who help make it happen.

If you see Bunya Grove persimmons somewhere out in the wild, tell us where you spotted them. We love tracking where the fruit travels. 🍊

26/02/2026

At this point it’s probably time to admit it:
local wildlife runs Bunya Grove.
We’re just the unpaid interns.

The echidnas are in charge of landscaping.
Every time I mow, a “rock” mysteriously appears halfway down the hill where a garden edge used to be.

Echidna (digging): “This rock lives here now.”
Me: “It absolutely does not.”
Echidna: continues anyway, with confidence.

They’re on a full-time treasure hunt for ants and termites — hoovering them up with that ridiculous sticky tongue, shifting rocks like they’ve got a personal vendetta against neatness.

Driving around the farm?
Echidnas everywhere.

They waddle onto the road, freeze halfway across, and pretend they’re invisible.

Dog (from a kilometre away): “I SMELL SOMETHING WEIRD.”
Echidna: plays dead… then aggressively drills itself into the HARDEST part of the road.

Flawless strategy.
No feedback.
No improvements needed.

The cows supervise everything.
The chickens report all suspicious activity.
The dogs think they’re in charge — but are regularly outsmarted by birds, bugs, and inanimate objects.

And the echidnas?
Ancient.
Egg-laying mammals.
Armoured potatoes with legs.
40–50 year lifespan.
Zero respect for human plans.

They don’t rush.
They don’t panic.
They don’t care that you’re late, sweaty, or trying to maintain a garden edge.

Which honestly makes them the most Bunya Grove creature of all.

So if things look a bit wild…
a bit wonky…
a bit “how the hell did that get there?”…

It’s not neglect.

It’s farm management by committee —
and the wildlife has the final vote.

Bunya Grove.
Run by echidnas.
Approved by cows.
Endorsed by chickens.
Tolerated by humans. 😌🌿🦔🐄🐔

22/02/2026

PERSIMMON SEASON HAS ARRIVED. – 30 Nichols Road, Amamoor
Which means after months of netting, sweating, swearing, and questioning our life choices…
…the fruit is finally ready.
These are our famous non-astringent persimmons — which is a fancy way of saying:
You can eat them straight away.
No weird mouth-drying regret.
Just sweet, crisp perfection.
Grown right here at Bunya Grove.
Handpicked.
Handled like royalty.
Stared at protectively by Mick like they’re his personal retirement fund.
Season is short. The trees only give once a year, and when they’re done, they’re done.
Find them at:
🥕 Noosa Farmers Market – Sunday 6-12

🥕 Kawana Farmers Market – Saturday 6-12

🥕 Bunya Grove Farm Shop – Saturday mornings 10 - 12

🥕 Bunya Grove Shed Sales – Monday to Friday 2 – 5

Eat them fresh. Slice them. Pretend you’ll share them.
You won’t.

20/02/2026

Three days out from persimmon picking, and the orchard is calm.
Suspiciously calm.
The kind of calm that makes farmers nervous..
The nets are on.
The shed is ready.
The bins are stacked.
Everything is in place.
Which is deeply unsettling, because at Bunya Grove, this usually means something is about to go catastrophically wrong.
The fruit hangs there like it pays no bills and has no responsibilities.
Just existing.
Thriving.
Unbothered.
Meanwhile, I’m standing there doing mental maths like a sleep-deprived accountant:
How many bins?
How many pickers?
What’s the weather doing?
Who’s going to call in sick?
What’s going to break first?
Persimmon season is coming.
You can feel it in your nervous system.
The early mornings.
The constant decisions.
The quiet, relentless pressure.
The shift from “nice orchard” to “industrial-scale emotional event.”
This is the last moment of peace.
The last moment where the orchard is just trees.
Not deadlines.
Not logistics.
Not responsibility.
Just trees.
Mick walks up beside me.
Stands there. Hands on hips. Nods slowly like a man inspecting a situation he has absolutely no control over.
I can already feel my soul leaving my body in preparation.
Because in three days, persimmon season arrives.
And once it starts, it owns you.
We will wake in the dark.
We will move bins.
We will live by the weather.
We will become seasonal creatures.
And the fruit will continue to hang there…
Like it had nothing to do with it.
And we’ll show up anyway. We always do.🍊