Last week was backhoe week here on the homestead and in the community. It was a busy time and long days for Stewart, but it was a great blessing to watch more water catchment and root cellar action happening in order to further our sustainability.
There was much watching by little boys on our homestead and others. It was hard to keep these guys focused on school and chores but we always had some time to spare to go check out the latest of Daddy’s digs.
And all of the children got a turn on the backhoe with Daddy. Annabelle was just a little bit excited when I asked “Who wants to drive the backhoe with Daddy?!” She likes to keep her feelings close to the chest, that one.
This little project with the pallets was neither a goat shelter nor a tomato shader nor a grape trellis (all great ideas you’ve now given us, though!). I think I’ll let Stewart tell you about this, or at least wait until I fully understand the project. But, I can tell you that the hole that dirt came from is to be a root cellar and storm shelter, Lord willing.
We watched the weather closely leading up to backhoe week and throughout and prayed that we might get our usual fairly dry weather. Well the rain stayed away… until Friday night not much more than an hour after Stewart finished up on one of our neighbor’s fields.
These photos are taken on our homestead and we got to see the water being put to use in swales holding water and ponds that may someday supply goats with water.
It was fun to go on a tour of it all with Daddy and the children, Stewart getting to see the fruit of his labor and the children generally frolicking (and falling) in the mud.
I often feel like a spectator here on the homestead, nursing baby in tow and camera at the ready. But thinking back on the past three years (our landiversary was last week!) I really see what spectators we all are. Most of what has come to pass over the past few years I could have never have planned for or envisioned. Because it’s so grace-filled, from the shells of newly hatched chicks to the kale taken out by grasshoppers to a storm blowing in at the end of a blessed week such as this.