The days can just run away, can’t they? It seems like only yesterday we were priding ourselves on being totally caught up with the Sage Words posts and now, three plus weeks later, we’re remorsefully wondering just how those intervening days, during which writing to you lovely folk wasn’t prioritised, were actually filled.
On the plus side, we’ve spent a bit of time filling the freezer with end of summer bounty
and the preserves shelf in the pantry is beginning to fill up, too.
The formidable Goat Herd/Milk Maid team have begun a couple of building projects making use of the old deck wood
(a potting table and a new milking stand) which they can now finish thanks to the latest Homestead purchase (hand sawing can quickly lose its appeal).
We’ve had a run of wet days which, whilst breathing new life into the autumn garden, has also allowed time to be spent on inside projects – re-purposing old towels into flannels (face washers??) and hand towels, a Goat Herd original whittled key holder, and a blanket that just keeps growing.
Farm Girl has gained a couple of Guide badges and completed mini Country Studies on the United States of America and England; Wales is currently being investigated. The beauty of this is we all get a better understanding of places we’ll be visiting in T minus 5 months, 17 days – the excitement is growing by the day and the sole pupil of The Union Homestead School for Colourful Thinkers has a gift for sniffing out places for our Must See list. Llandudno Pier, look out!
In the paddock, Geraldine has made a full recovery and is back to her bossy, funny, headstrong self – not for all the ruby chard in the garden was she was getting up to show off her wonderfully healed, gloriously asymmetrical udder – and Leia swings from being grossly relieved she is no longer head honcho and utterly outraged at the very same.
Time has also marched on in the coop and our three chicks have now morphed into feisty, brave, no nonsense Yoko and pretty, cuddly but bird-brained Zinnia…and a bloke. With their naming we find ourselves at the end of our first run through of the Union Homestead alphabetical naming system.
Embarrassingly, we’ve failed to document (until now) three Sage Words;
The Goat Herd served up Mary Berry’s Coffee and Walnut Butterfly Cakes with Leonardo daVinci, The Bean Counter was true to his thrifty self and “Coach” John Wooden’s words, making use of the courgette glut to whip up a decadently rich Chocolate Courgette Cake, and Farm Girl flew utterly solo for the first time in the kitchen. Her bread and garlic butter combo would have melted even Paul Hollywood’s heart – particularly if he had joined us to peek around the door (having been banned from the kitchen) to witness his trademark kneading in action.
We would hate to give you the impression that it’s been all work, though. We’ve finished watching the entire four episodes of Hart of Dixie (Yay! Zoe ended up with Wade after all) and the 2012 and 13 series of The Great British Bake Off. There’s been a great many deep-and-meaningful conversations around dinner table, a huge amount of belly-laughs, a couple of undignified battles, and a scattering of heart-melting moments like that mentioned above too. Planes have been cleaned, children taught, and a great many hours put in filling Autumn-bugs-and-colder-morning gaps in The Bean Counter’s work roster.
All in all, it’s been business as usual here on the Homestead but we’ve missed you and your news. Next on the list is a proper catch up. I’ll just put the perc on.