Teetering on the edge of a new school term, having neglected to update you all at the midway point (mainly because we’d adjusted a little too well to a temporary slowdown in proceedings), it’s time for a bit of a catch up.
I’m sure you’ll be a relieved as we are that painting the Homestead is now off the list; our whinging about this drudgery was, in all probability, way more irksome than the actual task. But now it is done! Finished! Complete! If our arms weren’t still hurting from the task, we’d be tempted to express our delight, relief, and downright joie de vivre in a manner that would leave Fraulein Maria looking like a gloom merchant..
“The painting’s complete at the Union Homestead…”
Worth making a song and dance about…if only we had the energy
Another job ticked of the list is all the carpentry work on The Farmer’s bedroom. Now all that stands in the way of his taking up residence is yet more filling, sanding and painting…sigh.
Hopefully, it won’t be long until the door can be thrown open on the new room!
The meadow is once again a girl only zone after the reprieved rooster decided to practice his aria at 4.30am. The intention had been to leave his up-to-then silent buddy to the mercies of the harem for a little longer, but unfortunately he chose to step onto the recently vacated uppermost rung of the compost bin, throw back his head, and launch into the rooster equivalent of The Last Post before The Bean Counter had even turned axewards. The experiment we started way back when has proved to be a success; the Homestead has got the ability (and the gumption) to produce it’s own meatbirds.
In between these three major tasks and a sprinkling of lesser ones, we ensured there remained enough time to dally over coffees/hot chocolates and possibly a slice of cake or two in a variety of establishments of which Crema would be top of the list. It was while idling over such a treat that Farm Girl finally convinced us she was serious about undertaking an action which, up until that moment, had only been voiced in moments of high emotion (generally two minutes before dashing out the door to the Kingdom of Nova).
Pah to pretty ponytails! Blah to bodacious braids! Farm Girl was over knots, hairbrushing, hair ties and…oh! just the whole time-wasting hair hoo hah; It was time for the mane to be shorn. After a consultation with Mr Google, the new look was identified.
So, here we are teetering on the edge of a new school term; freezer fuller, house prettier, renovations moving forward and with one of us rocking a whole new look.