The girl team still prevails in the Gentle giant Meadows barnyard. Each morning Grace appears bright and early from the WWOOFER “penthouse” and takes her infusion of caffeine from the largest coffee mug we can muster before she starts her day. Not quite so early…perhaps just as the cuckoo clock prepares for her 7.30 call, a tousled, harried but always cheerful Laura will appear to snatch her breakfast on the move. Somehow heavily outnumbered in the gender field Greg still manages to keep control over projects chores disasters and successes but cannot manage to get his boots on before the rest of the team have loaded eggs, bags camera various sundry items and one black and white Border Collie into the back of the truck. Invariably our days start giving poor Greg a difficult time for his tardiness as an anxious Bran and we three ladies tap our feet waiting for him to emerge from the garage to start our day.
After a threatening bump appeared in the water hose I knew it was only a matter of time before a little bump grew into a big bump and subsequently into a huge geyser. Sadly I stored my observation in the little “later” compartment in my must do list and casually passed the information on to Greg as a loaded, steaming wheelbarrow was on it’s way to the manure pile. Even more sadly….or maybe not, yesterday the geyser erupted just as poor unsuspecting Laura was about to use it. Fortunately for us Laura has a sense of humour and no offence was taken as we laughed at the dripping wet figure standing forlornly in the barnyard. Poor Laura.
The girls got to perfect their tractor driving skills yesterday as manure was taken to the orchard to ring the fruit trees. Greg had thoughtfully marked the irrigation risers by putting sticks into the ground. Bran clearly appreciated Greg’s thoughtfulness and during the course of the morning the dog enthusiastically collected said sticks to present to Grace in an attempt to instigate a game of fetch….leaving the risers at the mercy of the tractor tires. We have no reason to believe any risers were damaged and even if they were, we (a) blame the dog and (b) call in the no blame policy. Well done the girl team !
On a not so positive note, the hay stacked in the barn usually remains stacked in nice uniform tidy lines until next Summer. Yesterday I noticed that our hay pile was alarmingly on the move, the nice uniform stack was no longer upright and many of the bales were balancing precariously on the edge of a hay avalanche…..ooops looks like operator error at the stacking stage but no blame policy….right ?
Time to be on the move. Greg is selecting appropriate photos for today’s entry and the cuckoo clock has spoken. Take care, keep safe, M
After a threatening bump appeared in the water hose I knew it was only a matter of time before a little bump grew into a big bump and subsequently into a huge geyser. Sadly I stored my observation in the little “later” compartment in my must do list and casually passed the information on to Greg as a loaded, steaming wheelbarrow was on it’s way to the manure pile. Even more sadly….or maybe not, yesterday the geyser erupted just as poor unsuspecting Laura was about to use it. Fortunately for us Laura has a sense of humour and no offence was taken as we laughed at the dripping wet figure standing forlornly in the barnyard. Poor Laura.
The girls got to perfect their tractor driving skills yesterday as manure was taken to the orchard to ring the fruit trees. Greg had thoughtfully marked the irrigation risers by putting sticks into the ground. Bran clearly appreciated Greg’s thoughtfulness and during the course of the morning the dog enthusiastically collected said sticks to present to Grace in an attempt to instigate a game of fetch….leaving the risers at the mercy of the tractor tires. We have no reason to believe any risers were damaged and even if they were, we (a) blame the dog and (b) call in the no blame policy. Well done the girl team !
On a not so positive note, the hay stacked in the barn usually remains stacked in nice uniform tidy lines until next Summer. Yesterday I noticed that our hay pile was alarmingly on the move, the nice uniform stack was no longer upright and many of the bales were balancing precariously on the edge of a hay avalanche…..ooops looks like operator error at the stacking stage but no blame policy….right ?
Time to be on the move. Greg is selecting appropriate photos for today’s entry and the cuckoo clock has spoken. Take care, keep safe, M
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