We’re not quite sure where that week went, but one thing we do know is that we didn’t spend it posting blogs. Anyway and whatever, here we are again where we last met, Sage Word Sunday, with one of us a year older, one of us finished school for the year, one of us with a new trick mastered, and the Homestead radiating that self satisfied glow reserved for those with most of their shopping for The Man in Red done and dusted.
On reflection, our week started like they all generally do with Monday All-In Housework day, Tuesday’s visit to the feed place to keep our menagerie happy over the upcoming festive season, and Wednesday spent in the garden. There was a small blip on the radar, unfortunately the one being wielded by a fledgling policeman as the Homestead Mobile flashed through a 30 kmh roadwork zone at 39 kmh, but it was a fair cop of irresponsible driving and graciously accepted…although
I an un-named Homesteader would like to say in my their defence that (okay, it was your scribe) I was too intent on negotiating cones, arrows, signs and the like to tear my eyes off the road and check I had slowed to the correct speed. Okay, weak I admit, but I feel better for saying it
On a happier and less embarrassing note, The Bean Counter celebrated a significant birthday on Thursday. As is typical, we Homesteaders managed to negotiate the entire day which included cake for breakfast, a few well chosen gifts, and a meal out at his favourite restaurant (South of India) without one iota of photographic evidence being captured.
Friday is always shopping day and we returned from this weeks wander around the metropolis of New Brighton to absolute mayhem in the goat paddock.
Farm Girl is now anticipating a long stretch of lazy morning sleep ins and a great many surfing safaris in the company of fellow surf-chick, Princess Nikita, now that school is out for summer.
Tui Flower’s Friday was parked for this week in favour of a visit to Henry’s (our lovely, local chippy) but the book did get an airing as The Bean Counter undertook her Choc-o-hop Cake (a chocolate cake made with beer) to accompany his Sage Words and blast from the past song accompaniment.
Then, just as we were searching for a suitable ending for our week of silence the clouds rolled in, the temperature dropped, the thunder roared, the skies opened, and a storm rivalling that of The Shepherd’s Crown finale turned the rather arid Homestead into, in a matter of moments, a winter wonderland.
Disc World on the Homestead, Sir Terry; a fitting display from one who lived by his words.