Wild Hope Homestead

Another weekend has almost passed and I’ve been on the run trying to get things done again. “Pace yourself,” they say. Yes. I am pacing myself at learning to pace myself. There’s just so much to do! There’s never a dull moment in the country I tell you. Every day I am thankful for the beauty that surrounds me: the green grass, the glorious sunrises and sunsets and the brighter stars in the deep night sky.

We still have a number of bits and pieces to put away or find a place for, but I got a fair bit done this weekend. The amount of outdoor stuff we have boggles my mind. In between having The Parents over for dinner, going to church, cleaning the house and doing a couple of loads of washing, I also bought some planter pots and paint to paint them, replaced the wood shavings in the chicken house like a good chicken mum and tried to feed the chickens some slugs I uncovered. I put the slugs in a bowl and pushed it near the chickens. They ran away. Chickens are so funny. I tried putting the slug bowl in their feed bowl, but they just peered into it then carried on about their business. Ah well, some people don’t recommend feeding them slugs anyway. They did eat a couple of feijoas that I threw in there. But not until after I was gone. What they do look forward to is the grass and weeds I throw in there in the afternoons. They run over to the gate when they hear me and stand there, looking up at me, like, “Where’s the green stuff? Huh? Huh?”

Anyway, today I remembered to take a few photos of parts of my place as it is at the moment. I’ve barely touched the garden yet, other than beginning to prune the fruit trees, so there is a lot of work ahead of me. But it’s ok, I’m going to pace myself. Right…?