On Sunday, our clocks moved forward. Or was it backwards…ummm…this always causes great debate…hang on…”Spring=forward, Fall=back”. Ahem.
On Sunday, our clocks definitely moved forward and that means two things here on the Homestead:
The Homestead resonated to the sound of the tsunami sirens as they are put through their bi-annual paces. For the record, they came in loud and clear, perfectly audible over the general noise of the Homestead in action at 11am on Sunday morning. Personally, we’d be happier with no chance of a tsunami, but we acknowledge we were the ones that chose to live one block from the beach.
BBQ time is here again and that means the garden suddenly turns into one giant salad. Now, we know that lots of people love their greens unadulterated, or with a squirt of lemon and a dusting of black pepper, or perhaps a drizzle of olive oil. We are not among that throng.