We’re feeling a bit cheated today.
We’ve got a heap of outside chores to do, things that we were looking forward to conquering, and we’ve been thwarted by the one thing you can’t reason with: the weather.
This morning, after animal tending and coffee break, things were looking so positive. We dragged the weeding buckets and tools around to the front and ripped into it: weeding, forking, restaking the broad beans for the ηth time (blimmin’ easterly), disentangling the seedlings. Sure, a couple of breathers were taken, coinciding with friendly bus-stoppers (including our new friend, Barbara, from yesterday. We know we told you she was called Anne but it turns out that’s her middle name. How this misunderstanding occurred is still unclear, but on the upside we now have something in common with the Beach Boys) but hey! we had the time to dally. We had a whole day dedicated to this.
While walking up the drive for lunch we noticed conditions seemed to be cooling off a little. Then we took a good look at the sky.
Days like this are more than a little frustrating. In the last two hours we’ve flip-flopped between blazing sunshine, hammering hailstones, wind gusts that have sent the feed bowls clattering across the paddock and rain of monsoon proportions. If it would just make up its mind and be miserable we’d light the wood burner, get out the latest wet day project (the new goat trampoline cover – Geraldine ate most of the last one) and give ourselves over to it. Instead we’re spending most of our time sighing at the window, telling each other we should just put our coats on and take our chances in the garden.
But enough is enough, a decision must be made and The Goat Herd has taken things into her own hands. A match has been put to the fire, the thank-you-for-the-plant box of chocolates passed over the fence this morning is on the coffee table and coffee beans are being ground as I type.
Yep, we two New Brighton girls are going with the good vibrations; the gardening can wait until tomorrow! Right now, we’re heading to California (at least in our minds), and it’s all thanks to our new friend, Barbara Anne.