The Farmer chose this week’s words well.
With Spring a-springing all around us, from the flower garden and fruit trees to the paddocks that surround the Homestead (way too much of our time of late has been spent watching lambs enter the world), it gets more and more difficult to keep our heads clear, our eyes on the prize, and ourselves on task. All we really want to do is roar off down to the local merchants of Darfield, credit card in hand, and obtain all those gizmos that would fast track our Homestead vision-to-reality (oh for a ride-on lawnmower *swoon*) but that’s really not our way. We’re not keen on debt and have also found that a delay in getting what you are hankering for often fine-tunes the want-list, if you know what we mean. So, while the blossom may be turning our heads a little, we’re keeping ourselves in check.
As well as shunning debt, we’re also a little old-fashioned about the food we eat. With no vegetable garden to speak of, we’re reduced to buying our greens and are very lucky our local greengrocer does a great line in local produce. When it comes to the meat on our plate, we have some pretty hard and fast rules: it has to be New Zealand grown (food miles), have had a happy lifetime (free range), and, where possible, humanely dispatched. That means, while we are currently enjoying the result of our first joint foray into pig-rearing, chicken has been off the menu for a long time. Our chicken production was interrupted by The Grand Tour and we need to fine tune the coop before we start up again.
This menu gap is felt most keenly by The Farmer who was very wily in finding a way round the problem while keeping ethics intact.
Organic, fair trade, chicken in his favourite Caesar salad…yum! Put down that hammer, good things do come to those who wait.