The as yet untouched veg patch,
with not a clod of fresh earth exposed to the glorious sunshine,
and weeds starting to romp away,
which I did think of harvesting seeing as how this is a veg plot after all:
1) I could make jam out of the flower heads.
2) I could pick the fresh green leaves and use them in a salad.
3) I could lift the roots, roast them, then grind them down to make dandelion coffee.
Of course I shall do none of these things,
not this year.
But....do not fear, we have not relinquished our desire to be smallholders,
and to prove this point,
at long last we have started work on the veg plot.
Well.....to be more accurate, we are not actually doing the work,
we have employed others to do the work for us....
....... Mum pig,
and her piglets....
Ah, but we do have a slight problem,
and that is that it is very warm here at the moment,
and the pigs seem to have hit a lazy streak,
seeming to want to only work on the veg plot for an hour or so in the morning,
then collapsing in a heap to sunbathe until supper time.
This means that the rate of work on the veg plot is minimal at the moment,
but we know that sooner or later it will rain,
which should encourage our team to get their snouts into the ground.
especially if they have their food rations reduced to encourage them to get digging.
Meanwhile, back at the house,
I have managed to paint quite a decent amount of the half barn ceiling,
and Lester has sanded and oiled the beams in the dining/music room.
We are making progress.
Took the cows for a walk this morning,
up and down the path to the river we went.
It was lovely,
couldn't do anything other than stop, look, and enjoy our surroundings
as we walked beside the cows as they grazed.
Saying bye for now,
as can't keep my eyes open,
so time for bed.