Sunday, May 2, 2010

Today was the kind of day we live for, and it's been some time since we've seen one. Certainly the first since I deployed, anyway. There was a feel of rain on the air for part of the day, but that never came to pass. What did occur, though, was an overcast but wonderfully warm day with bouts of sunshine from time to time, and moisture-laden air that was downright voluptuous feeling. *sigh* This is the life...surrounded by a sea of green far from the city.

We may have gotten a little "crazy with the cheeze whiz" with the tomatoes and may have to find homes for some of them if they all germinate! If this happens, we'll be putting out the call for any takers for some heritage variety tomato plants. The day being as absolutely glorious as it was saw us taking dawg for a long walk with our coffee, followed by getting the pallets stacked, winter tarps put away and the used hay from the coop being put in the compost pile. Excellent!

A word about lunch....I don't think the grocery stores will see us setting foot in them again for flour tortillas. Had we realized how dirt simple they are to make, not to mention how worlds-away better they are from store-bought (isn't everything??), I believe this would have taken place long ago.

The neighbouring sheep farm brought some levity with the sound of ewes' deep blats being answered in kind by the high-piched bleats of their lambs. In the distance we could see their hardworking border collies gamboling across the field, chasing after the farmer's 4x4. Walking past the sheep farm is part of our evening routine, and Tito never tires of it. We have reason to believe they may have unspayed females on residence...need I say more? lol It's been long enough we've been living here that we are no longer "new" to the neighbourhood, and folks from the area always wave as we're taking the pup for his walk, and sometimes they get a kick and laugh as they notice we're taking a walk with a glass of wine, as we sometimes do. Ah, it's the small things that make life enjoyable, isn't it? And we certainly wouldn't "get away with it" inside of city limits!

Evening's end brought a sunset to beat all, with the sight of our chooks tucking into their roost for the night and the scent of spruce smoke and the remnants of the other night's Cohibas coming from the firepit. This is early days for our homestead, but on days like this it's awfully difficult to ever picture ourselves ever wanting to live in the city again.