It’s officially mid-way through the month and I’m officially into the third trimester for baby #2. Thank goodness we’re not stressing about harvesting, canning, preserving and all the other ‘ings’ that typify this season…instead, there’s just the pesky detail of moving farms across islands to contend with.
Between the two of us, I’m certainly more of the planner but by no means do I have it all worked out. However, with the various intricacies and pieces that need to fall into place at specific times…so far, I’m feeling rather proud of how we’ve been able to rise up. Myself as the planner/coordinator extrordinaire and Scott for endlessly putting up with my stage direction while simultaneously spearheading the layout and design of our initial homestead clearing.
Plus my sister for never batting an eyelash when we hand Isla over for the minute/hour/day so we can contend with one of the many tasks at hand as a team.
Taking each day as it comes, trying to pack in as much as possible while also pacing ourselves with everything else going on (parenthood, work projects, the rare get together with friends before we leave one island for another)…it’s not been without it’s challenges and moments of desperate “we’ve made a horrible mistake…this is never going to work…” anxiety.
And then I look at this spot. This clearing. This space. And it all matters again. The dream doesn’t feel so much like a dream and more like a mission, a project that will have some semblence of a completion date (at least, phase 1) before we welcome a new person into the world and spend the winter quietly celebrating our little family, getting to know the land and tending to our many farm animals.
We’re half way there.
We have a site for our home, spots picked out for various sheds and shelters, a culvert purchased to complete the driveway and final plans (almost) locked down to put the finishing touches on the land before construction begins.
Tents have been picked up. Fencing has been purchased. I’m the proud owner of a shiny new livestock gate.
Several kilograms of clover mixed with grass seed will be spread out across this beautiful, miraculous plot of dirt this week.
Four truckloads of stuff (if you have livestock, you know what I’m talking about when it comes to ‘stuff’) will be ‘home’ by Wednesday, then we start to tackle fencing so the animals can move, we can (finally!) move and our current home can be cleaned up and readied for the end of the month.
It’s going to be down to the wire, not for the suspense and intrigue here, but because trying to take on this big of a challenge in 30 days basically comes down to a great deal of coordination, planning plus even more luck and a lot of help from family and friends.
I don’t say this frequently or lightly…but boy are we ever blessed.