This week on the farm life has taken a new twist. We waited all week for storms to come to our place, they did finally come however our rain fall is not what I was hoping for. Looks like we live in a small pocket of the Sunshine Coast protected by the hills. Which means a storm will be heading our way then suddenly, poof, its gone – evaporated into nothing. Then others will be heading straight for us then somehow manage to split into two and go around us, not sure what is with that but it seems to happen far too often. Good news though I woke this morning to find 26mm of rain in our gauge, however it is half the amount of many others in the area. Our ground is soft, the sun is out beaming and the forecast is boasting more storms again this afternoon. Maybe the weather has broken and I can start thinking about planting some more veggies in my patch.
With our new veranda christened on Friday with beers and a bbq, we only had to wait until Saturday for a good and proper storm to come over, Roy and I pulled up our chairs and made ourselves cosy watching the weather roll by. The clouds would dance over us and around playing hide and seek with the rain. In the end it did sprinkle a little. Roy had organised to go down to the coast for the afternoon to catch up with some other nerdy folk who love to push little men around and play strategy war gaming. So he left after the first storm, though there was another not too far away, it poked its head over the hills ten minutes later. All of a sudden I heard a strange noise similar to that of a big jumbo jet getting ready for take off getting closer to the house. The birds were all flying away and ducking for cover – but for what?
Thud, k-thud, thud, smash, thud. Hail the size of tennis balls were falling from the sky at first then became smaller to over sized golf balls smashing into our humble shed (home). Beating the ground with brut force, taking out what ever was insight. The sound was incredible, loud and scary. I had never seen hail that size before and never that amount getting pelted at the earth. Just as the rain started to hammer down it looked as though it had tried to snow in the valley our drive was speckled white. A very bizarre experience. Below is a video for you to take a peek at.
So what am I keeping from you?
If you have already scrolled to the bottom you will know. Roy and I are expecting our first child, we are 19 weeks along and just had our last scan today. I have a long-legged critter growing inside me who can’t sit still and is stubborn – I am in for a real treat, my mother will grin as I am sure it sounds very familiar. Our little family at the farm will be adding a new member in April 2014.
With the expectant arrival of a baby to our place we have had to think about what we may need to buy, organise and choose a name of all things. Roy and I wanted to know the sex of the critter but it turns out we might be out of luck, the little one just wiggled around too much and wouldn’t co-operate. I have an inkling but I guess we will all will have to wait and see in a few months time. In the meantime Roy and I can argue about names for both sexes making it harder than we wanted.
The recent work at our place has been egged on by the little critter as well as the need to have water and more storage for our garden things down the paddock. All we have bought is a tank for our new baby. The little one is going to need plenty of water, there will be nappies to wash, the baby to wash and well the veggies and chickens will need attention too. I don’t want to have a repeat of last year of no rain for four months and worry we will run out.
It turns out my mum will be giving us all our old 1980’s nappies, yes cloth, sturdy I suppose too. My mum has denied me that I am allowed to use plastic diapers, she wasn’t allowed to have them – well they did not exist then. So I too will be using the cloth nappy. I was going to look into the new design ones anyways – as I am environmentally mindful. Landfill is something we should all be conscious of you know. Turns out mum also has the cot we slept in as kids and well she also slept in the cot. It’s from 1960 and made of canvas and wood and folds up! Genius, we live in such a small space and I didn’t want any fancy cane swan crib things. Plain and simple. The little one is just going to keep growing.
Over the next four months Roy and I have a lot to learn and understand about our impending parenthood duties. Until then we are just living it day by day and as new things pop up we discuss the possibilities and move on. Farm life is not for the faint hearted and being sustainable to boot will takes a little more care. I am sure this little blog will evolve again and for those who I have not left comments on you blog, sorry – tiredness is my new friend along with heartburn.