Thursday, December 18, 2014

Solid fences, wet fences

I wonder if the rain will be gone by Christmas? 

Fences in the rain:


 Haylage bales standing guard (in the rain) at the paddock gate form a very solid fence.


Linking to Good Fences.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Girls and their toys

I'm heading off tomorrow, heading for Taranaki for Christmas.  Probably won't post much over the next week or two, poking at the letters on my tablet requires too much patience.  And, of all the genes I inherited from my father, my lack of patience is the worst.  To my patience has two sides.  With people and with things.  I'm fine with people (well, mostly) but have a very short wick when it comes to things that annoy me. 

I had a lovely dinner last night with the birthday girls and the family. The only way I could get a photo of them was to ask them both to put down their phones, the damn things are like an extension of their hands.  Krystal had already given me the evils when I was trying to sneak a photo of her.

 


 And then what do I see?  What is the world coming to when Danny is trying to sneak in sending a text? 



I suppose I annoy them as much with my camera.  Hope so!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Rainy days

It seems to me a lot of farming is a matter of timing.  Or good luck.  Or a mixture of both.  I was reminded of this at the weekend when I noticed lots of bales of haylage sitting in the rain waiting for pick up.  There wouldn't be any baling going on at the moment no matter how ready the grass is, it's been raining for a few days.  The happy farmers are those who got their crop cut early. I remember the feeling of satisfaction when the hay was baled before Christmas and on one occasion dreading that it might not be completed on Christmas Eve and wondering how to break it to the kids that Christmas would be postponed.  (All was well, we finished just before midnight.)  That was back in the days of little hay bales when most farmers had their own equipment.  Now the equipment is so huge and expensive its the domain of contractors so their availability is added to the good luck mix.


On Sunday morning there was water where there is usually none. 


Closer to home the creek had only overflowed its banks in a couple of places.  Which is just as well, as my son's maize crop which is coming along nicely so far, is right beside the creek.  The plants would have loved the rain but wouldn't have been so happy under water.  Bit of good luck there. 


I wasn't about to get out of the car to check the creek level at this spot and ended up with a shot I like of the flax bush.  Good luck.


On Saturday my friend Chris and I went to the Ruakaka Surf Beach Markets, a special event for the holidays.  Such a disappointment for the few brave stall holders.  It was only drizzling but that was enough to keep most people away.  Most of the action was at the bouncy castle.


And Chris' roses appreciated the rain. 

Friday, December 12, 2014

Someone's watching me...

You know how you get the feeling someone is watching you?  I should have had that feeling when I turned from taking a photo and was startled to see a cow in the paddock on the other side of the road staring intently at me.  Really staring.  Her concentration was a bit freaky. 


I crossed the road to get a closer shot and was very close before she turned to move off, but even then her eyes were still on me. 


This is what I stopped for.  When it's not power lines getting into my shots. it's fences so I've decided to embrace Good Fences hosted by TexWisGirl. 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

The gremlins


I read on a couple of other blogs that the requirement for word verification to leave a comment has been appearing on their blogs.  Turns out the gremlin has visited me, too.  Nice to know I haven't been left out I suppose.  I checked and word verification is definitely turned off but I tried what Tabor suggested and the comment goes through if you just ignore the verification thingy.  

I slipped my little Canon Powershot camera into my pocket yesterday, just in case I saw something I wanted to photograph but not really expecting to.  To my surprise I discovered there were a few shots on it so just had a look.  Not having a good memory is not all bad news.  It means that sometimes you get a nice surprise.  Now I've seen the photos I remember that when I was in Australia in August it started to rain as I stood at the entry to my grandparents old home when I went "up the creek" from Laidley, up the valley where both my parents grew up, where my grandparents lived for so many years, the place I think of as my spiritual home.   

 I spotted Uncle George's old shed through the trees.  Old sheds always appeal to me and I often wonder how old they are, what purpose they served.  I know the purpose of this one years ago, it was a comparatively cool haven on fiercely hot days when we were sorting freshly dug potatoes; I know that much.  That was back in the days when children were expected to pitch in and work alongside their relatives.  Potatoes, pumpkins or onions were stored there until the truck arrived to transport them to the markets.  I don't know how old it is but it's been there all my life anyway.


I moved around to get a broader view to include Uncle George's old house.  That rain I just mentioned was gone in minutes, of no use whatsoever to that parched earth.


As well as the nice surprises that are sometimes revealed there are other total surprises and mysteries.   I have absolutely no recollection of this and no idea what it can be.  Pretty though.
 
 
Two weeks to Christmas, one week till I head off to Taranaki.  I'm all prepared but keep thinking there's something I've forgotten, I can't possibly be so well organised.  90% of my gifts I've made myself - being retired is fantastic! 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

It's that time of year.

This time of year hay bales litter the countryside.  It's been a good grass growing year, they have been appearing for a while now but these are the first on the farm.

There's rain lingering around the mountain and heavy stuff forecasted by the end of the week.  That, along with the warm weather, will keep our farmers happy for a while. 


Sunday, December 7, 2014

Is this the beginning of the end??

I thought it was for a minute.  Sprawled on the ground, blood dripping from my forehead, gingerly testing arms and legs, concerned that my glasses are broken. All my silly brain could think was, "I've had a fall.  A fall.  Old people have falls.  This is the beginning of the end."

I think the jolt must have scrambled my brain for a minute or two.  I very soon came to the conclusion that any idiot who walks around in jandals (thongs, flip flops) could trip on a lead that has been laying across the path for about five years.  I can't count how many times I've tripped on it before.  Which reminds me I must do something about the mat in the lounge room that often trips me up.  

I'll take this trip as a hint to fall proof my home.  After the last time my back was sore I rearranged my kitchen so I can avoid bending and reaching.  Don't know why I didn't do it years ago.  It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense to anyone else where I keep my saucepans.  

The twins had an early birthday party yesterday.  16!  Doesn't seem possible that it was Christmas Day, 16 years ago that I fell in love with them.  Best Christmas presents I've ever had.  They were busy during the day preparing their sleeping arrangements.  

 

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Fence 'em in or out

Fence them in:



Fence them out:


These guys look guilty.  They are out and know they should be in.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Mayhem and murder most fowl

All is peaceful around the back of the house.  The passionfruit vine has gone nuts in its bid to take over the house.  If it keeps going it may succeed.  It is covered in blossoms with tiny fruit just starting to form and gently emerge from their flower homes.


But around the front all is not well.  Just look at this little girl.  Does that look like a happy chook to you?  No!  She's all ruffled and discombobulated.  Love that word and it describes her perfectly.  I checked her nest looking for the reason for her state of anxiety and sure enough her nest has been robbed.  Of the 7 eggs on which she was happily sitting, only one remains.  There is no trace of the others.  I doubt she will manage to hatch the one egg that remains as she is now super nervous and flighty, takes off from her nest every time I step outside. 
 

Here's what was under yesterdays photo of the striped material.  I should give up on humour, I thought the material looked like PJ material.  It was a pillowcase that I picked up for 50c at a thrift shop and turned into a cover for the machine the minute I got home. 

I love the new machine.  My old Elna finally packed it in, aged about 47.  I wonder what the equivalent would be in human years.  This one is the bottom of the range whereas the Elna was the top.   The lady who sold the newby to me said this one is unlikely to last as long as the Elna.  I told her no worries, neither was I. 

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Waiting

Everywhere I look lately things seem to be waiting.  

 
 Waiting for the festivities

Ducks waiting for food

 Realising the wait will be a long one

 Jumps waiting for horses

I've been in a waiting mood, too, except I know not for what.  

Georgia and I have been working on our Christmas gifts for the family and are all but finished.  Having a few difficulties with an artwork design.  The difficulty being we can't agree.  Last year that would not have been a problem she would have just done what she wanted and it would have been wonderful with its childlike charm.  She's starting to grow up, starting to listen, starting to be influenced by the opinion of others and I'm not sure it's a good thing.  She's not as confident, not as spontaneous, has less flair.  Last year she'd have an idea and any doubts I had about whether we could accomplish it would be simply dismissed, there was no such thing as an obstacle to her creativity.  Now she thinks and thinks and decides whether something can be done or not.  Her world of possibility is shrinking.  Makes me sad.

I've treated myself to an early Christmas present - and made it some PJs.