It’s an odd world we live in these days.

I’m grateful for my small homestead; that I provide some food for myself, and purchase other products locally.

I spent the first months of lockdown outside. I noticed the quiet. The lack of noise from airplanes and, perhaps selfishly, reveled in it. I perceived the unfolding glory of nature as Spring progressed, and worked on the mundane practicality of projects.

It’s an old saying that a gardener never catches up, well, for a while, I was caught up. <Shakes head in disbelief.> For the time-being, other projects are on hold.

I puttered about my little homestead. A large project was moving the veggie beds closer to the house. I can’t say they’re all a success and romping along. Some beds are doing better than others. Broad beans, peas, carrots, and potatoes were good. Bush beans are coming along. Collards and kale are passable. The bed with the cabbage – pfft. (See slideshow). Pathetic! I will take them out and plant a cover crop of red clover. Winter crops go in soon.

The old veggie bed area is a floral extravaganza! Self-sown cosmos, borage, and calendula create a colourful delight. I humour myself, and call it the meadow. Chuckles.

The property is experiencing a baby boom. A friend hatched duck eggs for me. The female ducks I have are Saxony/Appleyard cross and the drake is a Rouen cross. Eleven of their eggs hatched. The ducklings are now six weeks old.

I’ve never experienced the intensity of hens going broody – whoa! The first hen was the Bresse. She sat on eight eggs of which five hatched. They are five weeks old. The second hen was the Appenzeller-Spitzhauben Cross. She sat on six eggs. Two hatched. They are four days old. As I don’t have a rooster, the same friend with the incubator gave me fertile chicken eggs. These chicks are a barnyard mix and cute as can be! Both hens are taking their roles seriously and keeping a close eye on their little ones.

Life unfolds. My little homestead brings immense joy. I am grateful.