Well, we seem to have done it! Shutting down, keeping close, and living the simple life seems to have paid off for our country and, after pausing for a breather on Level three, we are now poised to take the dive onto (or is it into?) Level two. Here on the Homestead, we have mixed feelings but we’re rapt for those who were really suffering the effects, be it economically or emotionally, and, while we have no plans to traipse around a mall anytime soon, we’re happy for those who relish that kind of stuff.
Please, just be careful…and kind…for all our sakes.
The whole-simple-life-close-to-home thing suited us pretty well, although not seeing the Princess’s smiling face around the Homestead table has been a definite downer. Still, the royal family have had their own fish to fry as they prepare for their relocation of castle, something we’re unashamedly reaping the benefits of. Over the weekend, we took delivery of a refugee of their planned moved to a smaller patch of the planet.
The goats are very happy to babysit this beautiful shed and we humans are looking forward to a shorter trek for hay and being able to milk under cover.
This wasn’t the only truck to visit the Homestead this week although no evidence exists of the fencing timber arriving. The driver was a little more there’s-a-job-to-be-done and pretty strong in his opinion that The Milk Maid’s help was not needed (which left me pondering exactly when it was I moved from being a “love” to a “dear” and whether this a geographical or age shift) but no less welcome for that.
By Saturday evening, the first pig pen fence was finished.
And by sundown Sunday, we’re halfway there.
As par for the Homestead course, we ended up having to get a little inventive with the chicken coop extension fencing. Unfortunately, the family gave the chicken wire measuring job to the least qualified (me) who is always the optimist; no, there simply wasn’t enough. It took a while, but by utilising the cover that came with the pool (and ripped the second time we put it on), binder twine, and some rusty crochet skills it looks like we have created another temporary-until-it-falls-apart Homestead original.
This fencing lark is not just hard work, it’s all about precision, too, and with this construction happening in our front paddock we’re just hoping the black stain Farm Girl is applying between lessons goes a way to hiding our lack of experience showing.
Love from our bubble to yours; whatever level you’re at. We hope you’re finding creative ways to pass your time.