It’s been a lovely October. The birds are singing and the paddocks are
lush - a fresh, youthful green. We’re
starting to think pigs. The spring winds
haven’t been too troublesome yet, and we’ve had a relatively pleasant mix of
sunshine and rain. The trees are all in
leaf or blossom, and veges are flourishing.
The main downside is that paid work is also flourishing, though daylight
saving does compensate for that to some extent.
We do still have rabbits, though only the
buck and 14 youngsters. All the mothers
and the entire first litter of 7 kits (pictured in last month's blog) are gone.
One of these kits outlived the others by a couple of weeks before
eventually succumbing. That was a sad
day because I’d let myself believe that it was over the worst. One of the 14 kits is blind (no eyes) but it
seems to get along alright. They’re all
quite stunted and scruffy, but are lively with healthy appetites. They’re nearly old enough to be vulnerable to
calicivirus. It’s an awful thought that
the virus might still be around, though there’s nothing to do but wait and
hope. Keeping them alive in the absence of a mother always was a long shot.
Both Galloway cows have now sold and will
be heading to pastures new near Christchurch sometime soon. That means that I won’t be able to hone my
Artificial Insemination skills on Aphrodite after all. Instead I’ll have a try with Hera, though it
may be harder because she hasn't yet calved.
We’re just waiting for the pistillet (insertion tool) and for Hera to go
on heat, then it’ll be all-go and out with the disposable gauntlets and lube. Can't wait!
Madame Cholet has been a hive of activity –
seeds and seedlings in and out, potting on and planting out. The seedlings are moved onto the shelves in
the gin palace for a few days before being hardened-off outside. I lost a load of seedlings early on when I foolishly
planted out seedlings directly from the tunnel house. Since then there’s only been frost-damage to
a tray of marigolds, which happily look like they might recover. Some plants will stay in the tunnel house –
cucumber, tomato, chilli, aubergine and melon.
Mostly they’re not quite big enough to be potted into the straw bale
beds, but it won’t be long.
The keyhole beds are now home to onions,
leeks, kale cauliflower, cavalo nero, beetroot, lettuce, purple potatoes,
asparagus, Jerusalem and globe artichokes and broad beans. Lined up to go in next are carrots and beans
(runner and bush). I did do some
weed-killing of the veg garden perimeter where the pasture weeds were
invading. Not a good feeling, but hope
not to have to repeat it any time soon. I
got a truck load of mulched macrocarpa (for the cost of a few beers) which has now
been spread over the internal pathways.
It smells heavenly – a fresh pine scent that fills the air as you step
on it. Another load should complete the
rest of the pathways and help reduce the persistent pasture weeds which are finding
their way through. The corner of the veg
garden by the pump house has yet to be turned into beds and paths. I’d planned to have done this by now, but
it’s probably going to have to wait until next year before it gets proper
attention.
On the home front everyone is happy. Peter’s making progress on several farm
projects, and has even managed to get on with some thistle-bashing. Lucas is
nearing the end of his course and has already been doing some design work for a
company who have offered him work next year.
He’s done lots of work for the Marlborough Bee Club, including the
website (www.marlboroughbeekeepers.co.nz). Sophie is about to start her new job with Air New Zealand, having just finished
her course. Sam is gearing up to year 12
exams and Billy is just pottering along.
I’m keeping everything crossed that job-share plans for next year will
materialise, so that I can be more often released to spend time at home.
The Onamalutu River, just behind our place.
Home sweet home.