Tuesday's forecast was for snow, which was just wonderful because Tuesday was also the day our worldly goods were due to arrive by truck.
"Can't you get them to put it off 'til tomorrow?" I asked Farmer Wan.
"Nay," he replied, in a style reminiscent of Tenacious D and assorted people from antiquity, "They're loading up the truck right now."
So we waited for both snow and truck, wondering which one would get here first, and amused ourselves by watching our flying dog.
Predictably, the weather and the chattels arrived at the same time. Farmer Wan got to stand outside, directing the guys where to put the hundreds of boxes. I made coffee and baked them a fruit loaf. Overall, I think they liked me more.
Thirty more boxes arrived yesterday, having passed their MAF (Ministry of Ag & Fish) inspection. When the truck pulled away, Farmer Wan was seen to be tearing out his hair and mumbling brokenly about "too much stuff". Having spent the last four days unpacking and sorting JUST the kitchen, I'm inclined to agree.
If you're wondering when the interesting permaculture, farming-type stuff is going to feature, fear not. It's a-comin'... as soon as I can work out where to stash that box full of food containers.
Posted by Farmer Nik
About Ewan and Niki
Scottish mechanical engineer with a deep and abiding passion for good food. Outstanding cook. Builder of lots of stuff. Cattle whisperer. Connoisseur of beer. A lover rather than a fighter.
Kiwi writer and broadcaster who hates cabbage, even though she knows it's good for her. Chook wrangler. Grower of food and flowers. Maker of fine preserves. Lover of dancing and wine. Definitely a fighter.