It’s been a week of watching and waiting; watching the skies and waiting for the promised storms to arrive.
While Monday’s tempest caused chaos for those around us, it very obligingly sidestepped Darfield – and our newly nude sheep.
Not that we were that worried as, for the first time in forever, every animal on the property has weather-tight shelter with it’s back to the nasty southerly. We cannot fully express the joy this creates; A wonderful feeling that left us free to enjoy the magnificence of Wednesday’s storm with a collective clear conscience.
That Xanthe Cat, with her access-all-areas Homestead pass, chose to weather the weather from under a flax bush is simply proof positive that it takes all sorts.
As you can probably tell, the skies out here are still a thing of wonder to us: Star-crammed at night, and telling all kinds of stories we still can’t quite decode during the daylight hours. Those that have the knowledge are still folk of wonder to us; people like Chris the Shelterbelt trimmer, who aptly illustrated his magic when The Milk Maid threw herself in front of his tractor as he prepared to pull away from our adjoining neighbour’s perfectly sculptured front hedge.
Was he interested in having a go at ours, she asked hopefully (because sometimes it pays to be a little cheeky). He jumped out of the cab, looked to the South, looked at our shelterbelt, did that pursed-lips, sharp-intake-of-breath thing folk do round here when they’re weighing things up and said, yep, he reckoned he’d have time.
This left us with just the clean-up which we felt totally justified in leaving on account of the atrocious weather. That is, until today
Farm Girl and The Milk Maid quickly received a helping hand from The Farmer and Princess Nikita. Unfortunately, no photographic evidence of their input exists, mainly because the photographer could barely hold herself up let alone a camera by this stage.