There is a reassuring rhythm to life on The Homestead but, with six people in residence, changes in tempo are often called for. Central to this, the score to our symphony so to speak, is The Diary; a document so sacrosanct that it is beyond argument. Any appointment, outing, vehicle requirement – in fact any deviation from routine – must be inscribed on the appropriate page of this hallowed tomb because, as The Bean Counter is wont to declare, if it’s not in The Diary, it doesn’t exist. This cast iron, not negotiable approach to time, people, and vehicle availability allows us to operate on a week by week basis rather than having to constantly look at the big picture.
So it was with much joy, when the page was turned and this week’s movement exposed, we were reminded that our week was ending in a very leisurely fashion as The Kingdom of Nova had designated Thursday and Friday as teacher-only days. What a gift! It’s ridiculous how much more can be stacked into the day when you’re not having to keep one eye on the clock, mindful of the school drop off and pick up.
Apart from the coop renovation, an undertaking requiring a day of uninterrupted good weather, the chicken run has now received the attention it required. The outlook from the temporarily relocated dining table is all the prettier now the fencing has been tidied, rose trimmed, dead camomile removed, and discarded broccoli stalks and cabbage leaf ribs dispatched to the compost.
A shopping foray was undertaken to secure the much debated and finally decided on light fittings for the new kitchen/dining room. Then, as often happens on the Homestead, once we started opening the wallet several more much anticipated purchases were made. Miss Ruby finally got the upgrade in collar that was fast becoming essential and the Homestead toolbox now includes a spanking new cordless drill. The former has resulted in much preening and primping in the goat paddock and the latter enabled us to make The Farmer’s wardrobe operational.
That’s Ruby at the back. Unfortunately, her photo-bombing, egocentric mother made this the best photograph of her sporting her new look
Inside. the kitchen renovation continues. The corner of the living room, so long a designated “sleeping area” by various bedroom makeovers, has been rezoned “food preparation” and visitors to the Homestead are currently entertained amid the pots, pans, pantry supplies and crockery usually hidden away in custom-made cupboards. A sneak preview of next week tells us that the plumber will arrive on Monday to disconnect the sink and reposition pipes for the new layout, thus removing the last vestige of a conventional cook-house.
It was with a feeling of “job well done” that those on deck on Friday, including The Bean Counter who had been called on to pack way too much into a four day week, pedalled off to the weekly shopping. A leisurely meander and catch up around the shops is the perfect way to finish a week and lunch was a long, casual affair around the table in Crema. A few extra treats in the trolley, there’s got to be some benefits to camp-cooking, meant for some creative transporting options on the homeward journey and it was while we were stowing these that the courier called.
Winning the awesome, much admired tea cosy in fellow blogger Colorpencil2014‘s giveaway was not in the diary, neither was the extra gift of a print of her heart-warming artwork. Despite that, and contrary to The Bean Counter’s adage, they most definitely do exist and are hugely prized and treasured.
Thank you, Johanna, for adding a pinch of undiarised Jubilate to our Homestead song sheet.