Weather: small talk the world over depends on its existence. We bemoan it, celebrate it, pray for sun in mid winter and ski field snow while summer is still lingering. We want it hotter, cooler, still but not if we want to fly our kite, and rain to fill the hydro lakes…but only at night time. Here on the Homestead, we make huge efforts to just take the days as they turn up; rain is a blessing on our sandy soil and sun brings the bees to the blossom. Sometimes this Pollyannaish approach stretches us a little, and on inspecting the garden after Sunday’s hailstorm our smiles were a tad forced. The intervening four days have been spent making silk from hail- scarred sows ears.
While there’s still life in some
for the broad beans, who were pretty much finished anyway, the ice bullet barrage spelled the end.
The decision was made to move swiftly in the case of the remaining cauliflowers and broccoli. No one complained about extra helpings of broccoli, the one vegetable that every Homesteader likes,
The piccalilli production was made all that much easier by a visit from Daryl the Plumber.
The inclement weather has made practising the Homestead Christmas Eve musical offering a breeze (once we’ve got it down pat we may even give you a sneak peek) but it wasn’t exactly the best conditions to be introducing the prospective new Homestead flock, especially as our broody ladies shunned the new roosting box the Goat Herd and Milk Maid fashioned out of a couple of old drawers
in favour of the existing nesting boxes, thus upping the chances of the chicks plummeting to their doom if we don’t move quickly enough.
And for the times when the sun does shine, access between the Homestead and Castle Chann has been greatly improved by the installation of a gate
making games of pirates and hide and seek, communal coffee breaks, and popping next door for a clove or two of garlic just that much easier.
These school holidays are looking pretty good – whatever the weather.