For the last seven months I have been living away from my farm. In the mornings I've been commuting to the farm to do the day's work, then driving again in the evening to the mate's who's kindly shared his home with me. It's been a time of frustration, of living out of the back of my car, of forgetting things and having to drive to get them, of not being at the farm when I'm needed, when the ducks are eating the salad, or the tunnels are being scrapped by the wind, and there's been many days of having to finish up early due to rain, without the option of turning out later in the day to finish the job.
And it's taken this long to work out all the difficult family stuff, amidst the sturm und drang, not to mention the lawyers and banks.
But at last, on Friday, the settlement went through, and I'll be moving back to the farm next week, on a tide of ebullience...in time to take hold of the garden as she rises strong to spring.
And it's taken this long to work out all the difficult family stuff, amidst the sturm und drang, not to mention the lawyers and banks.
But at last, on Friday, the settlement went through, and I'll be moving back to the farm next week, on a tide of ebullience...in time to take hold of the garden as she rises strong to spring.
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