The return to the Land of the Long White Cloud by the travelling Dees, Mrs Dee in particular, has lifted the spirits of all Homesteaders (and not just because of pre-travel promises). No longer are we in sole-charge, no longer are we the only “grown-ups”. We can only echo Mr Dobbin’s words … truly from the bottom of our hearts and with euphoric smiles on our faces.
With their return, we have suddenly recovered a very precious commodity, priceless but essential to the ethos of Union Homestead: time. This week saw the Homestead girls weeding, composting, reclaiming, and rediscovering the gardens – much to the menagerie’s delight. There’s nothing like a bucketful of nettles to get the chickens clucking and the duck’s quacking, or a couple of armfuls of fruit tree prunings to earn yourself a goatie cuddle.
It’s amazing how, under the weeds, all the plans we initiated back in February before everything was put on hold, were still there.
We may have lost our way for a while, but the garden has a long memory and we have rekindled our belief.