It’s an utterly glorious Spring day here, today. You know, the sort that starts with a with a twinkly, thick covering of frost hard enough to necessitate the breaking the ice on the water troughs and speed feeding because everyone is famished but, once finished, is lovely to linger in because the sun feels fantastic – as long as you’re wearing enough layers.
It wasn’t until I sat down to morning coffee that I heard what was happening in Auckland.
Here, along with everyone south of Auckland, we are looking at moving down a Lock Down level at 11.59pm tonight with not one case of the Delta variant making it over Cook Strait. It all just seems very unfair for our largest city to have the weather deal this out on top of everything else.
I’m almost embarrassed to report on the Homestead Lock Down, which is very laid back, relatively easy, and no real hardship. Farm Girl is now a pro at Zoom lessons and submitting her work on time and to the right person, The Resident Engineer just gets on with the job at hand whatever bedlam is unfolding around her, and The Farmer has downloaded a train simulator so he’s keeping himself busy driving the Bakerloo Line and/or ferrying pretend folk around rural Germany. With the drop in levels, he should be needed back at his day job in the near future; it just wont be the same around here without the hiss, swish, beep, and clatter of virtual rail travel.
Having a little extra time has allowed us to get a jump on the demands of expected new Homesteaders.
Felicity, our remaining duck, has defied all naysayers and retired to Duckingham Palace to deliver her one-egg-every-18-hours in peace – just as she has every other year. Not a spring chicken (if you get my drift), she is still set on the whole lay an egg, defend it with my life deal which makes collecting them not a job for the faint hearted. I am faint hearted when it comes to an enraged Felicity, but I am also a fan of duck eggs; so far – touch wood – my combination distract and swoop method is working and, when all else fails, I can be surprisingly fleet of foot.
So we continue to hunker down, mask up, socially distance, and wait it out. I hope the gamble pays off and we squash that curve again.
I also hope that, where ever you are in this world, you are safe, happy and well.