Slowly unbuttoning yourself from one community and getting to know another doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time, and energy, and several loaded-to-the-gunnels Frew’s stock trucks worth of being brave.
Putting aside all the huge mistakes just waiting to be made right here on the Homestead, there’s all those decisions you need to make. Which of the three local mechanics will we go to have our vehicles serviced? Who do we trust with shearing the human Homesteaders? What about local medical and dental care, plumber, electrician, builder, where should we grocery shop, get to tend our sick animals, get a decent cup of coffee? And this is made all the more difficult because that wonderful collection of experts we’d tried and tested over the years are now 60 odd kilometres down the road.
To keep or not to keep, that is the question.
Now, ten or so weeks down the track, some of those decisions have been made, some are pending, and one or two we are simply hiding from (we’ll decide when the need arises), but something that was felt long overdue was a bit of family time centred around just being together rather than thrashing out the pros and cons of yet another one of those gut-wrenching decisions.
What we needed was Sage Words.
Farm Girl proposed an immediate start with the order of hosts determined by names being pulled from a hat. Freakily, we all pulled our own names and are now left wondering whether this used up all our lottery-luck for the rest of time; a hideous thought considering the size of our dreams.
Today it was the turn of The Milk Maid who
laughed smiled politely in the face of her pastry fear and constructed a kiwi classic
The humble custard square (we’re talking proper custard made from Homestead-fresh eggs, and home-made pastry) made her heart sing and the rest of us smack our lips. Her gamble paid off, her bravery was rewarded,
and her chosen words underlined the lesson.