It’s been a week of clearing out and cleaning up.
It started with one of those walking-the-walk moments and the arrival of Pete from Malvern Homekill and his professional, quick, respectful approach to the business of controlling our flock and filling our freezer. This part of our chosen lifestyle is never easy but it is, for us, a responsibility we take seriously
The Homestead is a little quieter now without the pigs and Neville the ram, whose rammy ways were making it impossible to walk the paddocks safely. We’ve now got plenty to keep us busy; the pig pen, particularly the house, needs a little TLC before it opens it’s doors to the next residents, and the amalgamation of ewes and lambs gave us all quite the workout, but it did allow Farm Girl to finally top the paddock they had vacated. It’s a big job, but she’s in her happy place sitting on the mower.
The vegetable garden got a little more attention this week (enough to make me happy for it to be photographed anyway) but, although Colin was sent to his room to tidy up, it simply resulted in more messing. As fast as I make “beds” for him (old feedsacks stuffed with wool), he rips them apart…but with such joy!
Inside we’ve been pottering on a project, caused by necessity, which I don’t think I’ve mentioned before, such was the devastation we all felt at the time. On New Years Eve the source of the musty smell downstairs was discovered: an undetected leak in the downstairs bathroom that had crept under the wall adjoining The Farmer’s bedroom, and wrecked havoc on the skirtings and carpet hidden under his wardrobe. Now it is dried out, we’ve repainting in a cheerier colour (practically undetectable in my appalling photograph), and have attached new skirtingboards (waincoting/baseboards/floormolding, call them what you will), all that is left to do is source a brighter coloured blind and new carpet (gulp!). We’re all looking forward to having our living room back although Melody the cat will miss her cosy 10am to midday place in the sun.
The Bean Counter has a project of his own. Inspired by the outdoor movie scene in the Richard Curtis movie About Time, he has set about turning our gradiosely named but under-utilised Circular Garden into a movie watching, marshmallow toasting, triple f (forced family fun) arena. The firepit has arrived and, with Colin’s (who really should have been cleaning his room) help, now sits sturdily and safely, on a cobbled square.
So this week has been sad, happy, mundane, exciting, treading-water and surfing-the-wave; Pretty much run of the mill for us at Union Homestead.