As we lunched out on the deck yesterday, The Renovator made the observation that Spring only really arrives with the term three school holidays. He’s right this year at least and the rest of us were too busy enjoying the sun (and the fried eggs sandwiches) to ponder the statistics.
The tea steeps while Farm Girl wonders how far off the sandwiches are
With the warmer days the gardens are sending up all kinds of foliage, some wanted and some not so, and we’ve been scurrying through the Perpetual Garden Clock cycle in a vain attempt to keep things looking half-decent. The broad beans are now standing relatively weed-free, much to the relief of a great many bus stop patrons and general passersby who predicted only doom and gloom ’twere we to ignore matters much longer. To be fair, these critics are also very quick with the compliments so we shouldn’t sulk so.
Out in the paddock and coop, Spring means so many eggs that they literally fall out of the fridge on a regular basis and three prospective goat mothers who are making the most of their last few days free from the demands of a family. Dave the cat is kept busy most evenings seeing off a rather persistent tom (that he must do so in such a melodious manner is both questionable and embarrassing), while Mel, happy to have handed over the night security role, spends her days moving from one snoozing spot to another.
The Renovator returned from his Auckland sojourn brimming with literal literacy learning on which to ruminate as he continues with the kitchen make-over. The new floor has been laid, the ceiling and walls painted, and the cabinetry – after a false start – was purchased over the weekend.
The kitchen cupboards arrive on the Homestead
Not that it’s been all work and no play these holidays. Farm Girl has spent most of her days seeing off imaginary rampaging kittens (it was initially ghosts, but this sort of game tends to play havoc with harmonious bedtimes and so an alternative was suggested), sailing the ocean blue at the spinning wheel helm, and playing countless games of hide and seek with her over-the-fence offsider, Mr Ezekiel. Just to prove we do have one foot in the “real world”, a visit to the cinema was also indulged in. That it was to see Inside Out, a movie everyone else in the developed world has already seen, meant our fellow movie patrons numbered ten which suited us fine. Huge thanks to our friends at Patchwork Farmwho gave this movie such a rave review; it was all you promised!
Then on Friday, a day usually set aside for the weekly community fix shopping trip and the afternoon spent blogging, we had the awesome honour of attending Joss and Andy’s (aka the Esteemed Couple) Convalidation Ceremony. A wedding is always wonderful with all that declaring and promising and hope; we Homesteaders that were around fourteen years ago very much enjoyed this couple’s original nuptials.
To listen to a couple, fourteen years down the track, now the parents of two of the Homestead’s favourite teenagers, promise the whole for better or worse deal when they know how bad worse can be is something very, very special and we thank the four of you for allowing us to witness it.
We’ve had quite a week of it; school holidays rock!