Our Family

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

The blessings of home produce...

So, thanks to a husband with a persistently green thumb, and the Divine blessings of favourable weather and soil.... my shopping list in the fresh produce department has slowly diminished.  We have an ever-abundant supply of fresh veg, from tomatoes, to cucumbers, to zucchini, to corn, to spring onions, to potatoes, to pumpkin, lettuce, carrots, celery, capsicum (peppers), etc (naturally the produce varies depending on the season).  Then there's the fruit (actually I think tomatoes fall in that category, strictly speaking...) - rockmelon, watermelon, plums, nectarines, apricots and

lemons....(it's still green now, but I am told it will turn yellow, eventually) 

 and peaches (why is their season so short?)...

Then there are the gorgeous roses that can grace our table at any time (well summer time, anyhow)...

But there is one thing that I nagged/hassled  oh so gently, continued to strongly sweetly suggest to my dear husband.  And I was pretty subtle about it, too.  "I love having lots of eggs, dear."  "Do you have idea of the price of eggs nowadays, Andrew?"  "Do you have any idea of the versatility of eggs, honey?"  And this line was my favourite:  "It can't be that hard to build a chook pen, can it?"

And I knew he could do it.  With no plan on paper but a kind-of-make-it-up-as-you-go plan in his head. We got there he and I.   He as the master crafter. Me as the tough-as-brick (it rhymes, okay!) side-kick. He survived despite my trusting, "Dear, are you sure that's a good way to do it..." and my whiney subtle, "dear..isn't that enough work for today? There is dinner to cook, you know!"

But we worked...

                                                                                                                                                                    ...and worked, and it all took shape...
                   
 ...we even worked right till dusk.  Yeah, I was basically twisting wire in my sleep that night.  The chicken run is made using our old trampoline frame, by the way (yeah, got that idea from google...).


...and it wasn't long before we had 10 chooks in our pen (kindly donated by a friend's parents) and they all look kind of like this pretty girl.


The chooks arrived Saturday and then Sunday morning I heard that telling "I've-laid-an-egg-come-and-get-it" sound coming from the direction of the chook pen.  I ran outside and soon was holding our first egg.  I did an excited little dance, brought it inside where it was duly oohed and aahed over...


...and stroked to ensure it was real...


which it was...and we've been enjoying fresh, golden yolked eggs ever since.  Yum!

Now we just need a cow.  But that's anudder story.  The story that will never be.