It’s here again, all oated up and quivering with post-race anxiety (Danke for excusing the equine theme, a nod to a recent triumph for the racy set of Homestead relatives): the new school term. And we’re not happy.
Yes, alright, We’re being a tad dramatic as one of us is quite excited about catching up with their school friends again. The rest of us? Not so much as it’s been a great couple of weeks of catching up on sleep, odd jobs, and conversations, thrashing out ideas, plans of attack, the odd misunderstanding, and generally just hanging out together. Come Monday, we’re back to business-as-usual – but it’s not Monday yet, so we’ll stop this maudlin moaning and catch you all up with our week that was.
With the completion of the Goat Paddock tidy-up last week, Monday saw the perpetual garden clock hands pointing to a new area for our attention. The clothesline garden has always been one of those sectors that hasn’t quite worked. One of the first places we developed, the placement of garden beds had it feeling both cramped for space and dotted with useless growing patches at the same time. The washing had to be hung in a very specific manner to save sheets snagging or tall-person jeans trailing through the produce, and those Homesteaders responsible for planting invariably decided that Jerusalem Artichokes or the like were the perfect under-clothesline crop reducing the rotary clotheslines to simply a clothesline. After much paper-shuffling and heated debate, work has finally begun on replacing, restyling, realigning and reviving the area which, although early days, seems to be working well and looking pretty too.
The livestock always enjoy having us outside; it gives the goats and poultry something to look at and chairs free for hardcore cat-napping. The ducks were so happy with the treats turned up by the garden deconstruction – all those tasty slugs and snails – that they have repaid us by beginning to lay again. Friday Fry Up is back up and running again and with it that perplexing decision: fried or poached.
Inside, The Renovator is waiting for final coat of paint to dry before he can move back into his room.
Which then leaves the way clear for the next big job on the list: the kitchen. The new layout has been drawn, measured out, mocked up and, with the help of one of those fancy computer programmes, actually viewed but we still have a few areas of concern. For example, will we miss that crazy little bench which, while providing a handy surface for goodies straight from the oven tends to snag multiple kitchen users in like sheep outside a shearing shed? Well, we figured, why not find out?
As it turns out, we should have got rid of it years ago. The extra room it’s disappearance gives us more than makes up for one smashed glass which has been chalked up to early morning muddle-headedness and old habits dying hard. Next up is to see if there really is enough room to open the fridge door in it’s proposed new situation.
With all this, we also had time for a couple of holiday lunch catch-ups, some pre-new-term meetings in the case of The Renovator/Teacher, a good deal of prolonged conversation around the woodburner, and putting some new found knitting skill to practice.
With a little help from her fellow Homesteaders (knitting row about makes for fast learning) she should have The Bean Counter’s new “cuffs” (perfect for keeping hands warm but fingers free) ready for wear by the time the new term horses come out of the starting gates on Monday morning.