December in which the 2 folk, the dog and the tractor work around the rain and a Christmas full of comfort and joy.
The thing about rain and rural life – well it’s just not straightforward as “Yay, it’s raining!” If you have a farmer in your life, drill down on their thoughts on rain, and not just the polite conversation assimilation commentary. I’d also ask you withhold judgment if they seem a bit, well, Pollyanna, here’s my take…and my experience is embryonic.
When we lived in the city rain was really only seen as something that might impact on whatever social/sporting event we may have had planned.
When we went rural as a ‘lifestyle choice’ rain became something that was good because it helped the grass grow.
After a while, we realised the grass is really pasture and needs more than rain to grow, so we brought in livestock to help improve the soil, which along with the rain, improves the pasture (see earlier posts).
So here we are, 5 years on, with livestock, garlic crop and pasture to grow. Rain is a mixed bag now – what matters is the quantity, type and timing. Yes, we celebrated the December falls, however, it cost me my peace of mind.
I fretted because rain and warm weather brings out the bugs, debilitating sheep and causing fungal disease in garlic to become rampant. Last year I lost a significant portion of a stunning garlic crop to rot whilst curing, a lesson that is protecting this year’s crop beautifully. This year we had our first experience of fly strike on a sheep. Timely action and an experienced farmer means all is well. Positive outcome yes…however, I was left struggling with thoughts of ‘how to dispatch sheep humanely’, and this has not been resolved. This is one of those skills you just dread having to acquire, but to be able to do so humanely and respectfully is something I aspire too, which sounds most odd to say.
Furthermore, if it had not rained, well then other concerns would have filled the void and cost me my peace of mind! Perhaps there is something else going on here? See one last thing…
Our sheep husbandry skills continue to grow. After the last drenching session, the 2 folk were wormed thoroughly but significantly the same thing could not be said about the sheep. More ended up on the two of us than actually down the necks of the sheep. However this session, either the sheep were more comfortable, or the few lessons paid off, but the job is done, done well and in good time. So with the slightest of swaggers, sheep drenching – √. Never going to nail shearing but happy to settle for the ‘taking part with enthusiasm’ certificate.
We had our first experience of foraging, which I posted on Instagram @longview_garlic about finding a summer gold bounty of apricots. It is a story of disbelief, joy and a happy place…but not gluttony. Mind you I was not the only one to spy the bounty and I think local folk moved fast to secure fruit before a travelling stock group made their way past the tree.
Garlic beds are empty – harvest 2018 is complete. I thought I would be pulling the last of the garlic in Jan but after flashing around some pics and listening to those with more experience than me, this year the late season garlic got pulled a month early. Once again it’s a mixed bag but I’m told it’s very normal to expect a distribution of bulb sizes in a crop. I am grateful I had the wherewithal to plant a ‘test bed’ of the late season crop as I had no experience growing it. The testbed crop seriously outperformed the paddock crop and clearly showed me the soil in the paddock beds needs much more work to bring it up to scratch. This will take me years to perfect. I still felt seriously deflated at the lack of brilliance in the paddock crop – classic reality check, again so very grateful I started a MICRO enterprise.
Christmas was a really lovely event. Gentle, quiet and indulgent involving well-behaved humans and dogs, special food and simple decorations that hit the mark beautifully. We avoided the hectic Christmas rush, gift shopping was via online at rural stores, other gifts were handmade so could not be rushed and food shopping was whittled down to specific farmers market stalls or purchased locally at farm shops. The pic of the real tree is more for posterity. It’s my way of marking progress on the house because if you look at the walls in the background, they are ready for lining with the Blackwood panels. Last year they were bare corrugated metal. Progress is progress and patience is torturous! It is also the first year I got my way and tree decorations were kept to fairy lights only. Simple and uncomplicated.
The book list this month is in printed form because the audible form did not get a turn. I’m trying to work out how to incorporate listening to a book whilst still getting things done. The potential is properly inviting but I’ve not adjusted. Same with podcasts. I suspect whilst driving has potential if the internet connection is maintained and I can avoid earbuds. Working around the house will require earbuds as I’ve noticed noise from any activity interferes with the wondrous world being created for me. The simplicity of just picking up a book is being redefined. When did it become important to multi-task whilst reading? I’m not sure my brain can do that.
One last thing
We will never rid ourselves of anxiety entirely; our best bet is to try to give ourselves slightly more valuable things to worry about.
School of Life, cards on resilience 2018