How well we remember this feeling from last year.
The beginning of twice a day milking, the garden desperately needing weeding, the seedlings climbing out of their planting trays in the glasshouse in their desire to have fresh soil around their roots and the sudden influx of produce and eggs requiring clever menu planning, preserving ideas and barter-brokering. Yes, that feeling hit us like a freight train this morning as we dragged our gumboots through the Sunday morning chore-list: exhaustion.
The weird thing is that, a fortnight from now, we know some voodoo magic stuff happens whereupon we will suddenly be refilled with vim and vigour. Maybe it’s just we become acclimatised to no sleep-ins, weeder’s back, and constant pot stirring but from where we’re slouching right now we don’t care why, we just want that euphoric feeling to arrive. Now, if not sooner.
In an endeavour to make it all seem worthwhile, we spent today’s coffee break investigating el cheapo holiday options for when this craziness slows down again. By Queen’s Birthday (the first Monday in June here in New Zealand. As an aside, a quick google search reveals the reason it’s celebrated around the end of May/beginning of June is to coincide with good weather in the Northern Hemisphere…this information did little to lighten our bah humbug mood), the goats will be ready for a holiday at the farm and the attentions of Bachelors Number One and Two and the cats and poultry can be spoilt by the neighbourhood for a couple of nights. We think we’ve found the perfect place: a lone house in a bay on Banks Peninsula, about two hours drive away. No television, limited cell phone coverage, no internet, and nothing to do for two days except look at the sea and breathe. From where we are right now this sounds like unadulterated bliss.
We’ve found from experience that when it all gets a little overwhelming the promise of future reward works very well for us. Yes, we’re that kind of folk. After the budget blow-out of Homestead Birthday Season some sanity had to prevail and so it was calculators primed and Farm Girl’s best pens at the ready. Visualising goals is always effective, don’t you think? We were almost definitely a family of mules in a previous life.
It’s early days yet, but we’re galloping towards the new kitchen, the Nissan Pathfinder that looks like the answer to the Homestead transportation dreams is shimmering like a mirage lake on a hot tarmac road, and Farm Girl is adamant she’s celebrating her tenth birthday at Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen in London.
We reckon we’re in with a chance; but for now it’s giving us a reason to keep shuffling those gumboots round the garden.