Today Farm Girl went missing. One moment, she was sitting at the table soliloquizing about how awesome Saturn is with its moons and rings and molten rock core, the next all was silent. Now, one of the first lessons I learnt on our settling here is that yelling is fruitless. I spent the first few weeks bellowing myself hoarse trying to locate the whereabouts of my fellow Homesteaders before concluding that, if you want to find out where someone is, you need to go for a walk.
Whilst mildly frustrated initially (totally misplaced as it turns out, she had announced her intended destination before departing and she has witnesses), it turns out a Homestead hike was exactly what I needed.
Today I say thanks…
For the joy Geraldine gets from a Camellia treat, our United Nations of chicken breeds and their payment for board and lodgings.
September days warm enough to eat a late lunch with the door open and a Homestead large enough The Goat Herd doesn’t care that the windows are open while she re-hones and rehearses.
The first baby to be born on the Homestead; Mother and son well, Aunts maintaining a respectful distance.
A well thought out windbreak, a proper outbuilding, a pretty view, and the promise of a crop (even if it has to be caged to protect it from the rabbits).
I eventually found her
making a daisy chain in the goat paddock
Blessings duly counted.