Today is a good day.

Not that the last few days have been horrendous or, conversely, anything wondrous has happened; it’s just the kind of day I really relish.

After a few days interrupted and condensed by off-property appointments (and I am not a great one for time constraints) today stretches out in front of me like an often wandered and always enjoyed path. This morning, I ambled around the chores taking time to chat with the menagerie, top up the nesting boxes, reshuffle the sheep’s hay feeder and check Leia Goat’s neck scratch (she behaves like it’s a mortal wound -anything for a surreptitious handful of sheep nuts). Morning coffee was a leisurely affair and afterwards both yesterday and today’s house chores were easily and relatively effortlessly ticked off the list. This afternoon I’ll spend chatting to y’all and pottering about because there’s always something requiring attention. No mad rush, though; No making it by the skin of my teeth, battling town traffic or shuffling my feet in a waiting room.

Yep, a good day.

Don’t get me wrong; all the irks of life are still there. The hospital still maintains radio silence, the pear tree now sports a coddling moth deterring pheromone trap but the apple trees aren’t ready yet, broad beans have yet to be spotted, and the chicken coop door is getting more rickety by the day. If the upcoming long weekend weather behaves, unlike last weekend where we were pummeled for the duration by gale force winds, I might get some seedlings into the ground; as usual I have way too many chitted potatoes and no ground prepared. Ah well, I’ll work something out.

Don’t you love it when there’s nowhere you have to be? It doesn’t make for a great blog though.

I guess I could tell you about our general election and how we have a new head honcho -sorry, Prime Minister-Designate, Christopher Luxon. Sitting, as the Homestead does, in the middle of rural New Zealand, this is viewed as a positive move. I believe it was definitely time for a change and trust the folk our votes put in will act appropriately while knowing in my heart that at least one won’t because that’s folk.

What else? Oh, I know. This week The Bean Counter and I notched up forty years as a couple -that is, forty years since we started “going out” or dating or whatever you want to call it. It doesn’t seem that long ago we were still counting the monthiversaries and it also feels like forever I have been one part of this duo. A lot has happened in those forty years!

I hope you’re enjoying some good days, too.