This week, with phone camera at the ready (mostly – if I remembered), I restated and restarted my aim to document the Homestead humdrum everyday. We all know I’m one for getting caught up in the action to the detriment of documenting, but I tried to keep my eye on the prize and have managed to compile a pretty fair representation of our week-that-was.
As I went about the evening hay feed-out, necessary because there’s been so little rain of late, I wondered just what the sky was saying about the following day in a month that has been acting totally out of character weather-wise.
Our summer seems to have been going on forever.
It turned out the sky was saying, “It’s going to be weirdly humid and sticky-warm tomorrow – and stop going on about how May is not meant to be like this; you’ll be moaning about the cold before you know it.” It would have been a good day to spend a bit of time in the vegetable garden and finally get the garlic in, but Farm Girl’s homeschool group were meeting at the climbing wall in town which meant lots of clipping and climbing and chattering-from-a-height for them,
and the same for their bevy of hangers-on, minus the clipping and climbing and at ground level. Some of that chatter may have been about the lack of parking around this fantastic facility, which continued as we all started the longest trek to locate our vehicles, perspiration gently beading our brows, in the 26 degree C heat.
“This is not what May is meant to be like,” we all agreed.
Seems that May decided it’d had enough of our whining, read it’s job description, and delivered a Wednesday exactly as it is meant to be: wet and cold and not really a great day for planting the garlic. I did it anyway (just stopping myself from moaning about the crappy May weather) and, as I what-passes-for-a-sprint-nowed back to the warmth of the house, paused to capture a couple of Homesteaders who were loudly loving this turn of meteorological events.
And once she’d got the bit between her teeth, there was no stopping that feisty fifth month.
Which is why we spent Friday, today, and a bit of tomorrow as well because I’m not walking one more Saturday step on…
making sure the Homestead interior remains balmy this winter.
Bring it on, May!