Well, that’s the first week of the school holidays done and dusted and, despite having more hands available to lighten the work load, we’ve managed to miss posting our usual weekly blog. As a way of salving our conscience and catching you all up, we’re giving you a double dose today; we’ll leave it to you to ponder whether this is a silver lining or a cloud.
Something we’ve been pondering this week is the efficaciousness of awareness raising exercises. Who’d have thought it?! Even the die-hard cynic Homesteaders (those who snort and snigger about positive affirmations and the like) now begrudgingly admit our new Sage Words tradition has an uncanny way of providing the perfect words to rekindle, revitalise or restore you, whatever the week chooses to throw at us.
The Renovator’s chosen Sage Words, unveiled last Sunday, were no exception
This week, while The Goat Herd and Milk Maid removed and replaced the leaky roof peak on one of the goat shelters and marvelled at how much better we had become at sawing to length, hitting nails squarely, and carpentry in general.
The Bean Counter and Renovator did their first-time-ever-attempting-this best an installed a cornice into The Renovators room (because ideas change and his room was the first to be renovated).
Forecasters warned we were to expect snow to sea level later in the week and, while we weren’t exactly constructing snow sculptures or harnessing up the huskies, they proved correct in that temperature dropped sufficiently to ensure there was not a lot of dallying over the outside chores.
But it did mean that one job The Milk Maid had been putting off (because it was just a teeny bit scary) could no longer be ignored. The window seat squab is very visual and sewing precision is not her strong point but, with Maya’s words resounding and the rest of the Homestead encouraging, a pattern was fashioned, a lining constructed, and the job was ticked off. Next time will be better, no doubt, but we’re really pleased.
As for Farm Girl, the weather presented the perfect opportunity to knock one of her holiday wish list items on the head: learning to knit.
So it was, with the warm glow of several jobs done to the best of our ability, we took Friday off in honour of The Milk Maid’s birthday. Her wishes were few: a day off from chores, a roaring fire, good bread and fancy cheese for lunch, and an evening meal out.
That there was carrot cake, the wonderful-but-embarrassing buzz of an entire restaurant singing “Happy Birthday”, and gifts that were apt, dreamed of, and unexpected made the day better than the best.