Along with the rest of the Australia, we are in virtual lock-down on the Rock Farm. I was hoping that it would mean we could all spend some time working on the farm, but sadly the not-so-little helpers are now fully entrenched in online learning, and are expected to be online during school hours. It is testing not only our wireless internet capacity, but also our patience as there seems to be far more video chats going on than school work!
That said, we get a bonus hour in the morning and in the afternoon together that we wouldn’t normally get – and the cancellation of sport means we are able to spend our evenings going for walks around the farm. It has been a wonderful opportunity for our family to reconnect, check on our elderly friends in our community, and support our local businesses as best as we can. Our small rural community has really banded together, and our faith in humanity remains strong.
We are extremely aware how fortunate we are on the Rock Farm. My last post was on the transformation after our first decent rain in a very long time. It would appear that just as rust on steel ships never sleeps, weeds don’t sleep either. Among our clover and cocksfoot grass, we also have a large number of weeds competing for sunlight and moisture.
Thankfully the fix was relatively simple – brute force and a bit of work with the welder had the guide back into place. Some work with the grinder on the blades (including balancing on a screwdriver) and the blades were pressed back into service for another season. The end result was a much cleaner cut – nice to have a win.
Unfortunately slashing weeds only does so much. I have spent a fair few hours over the past few days with the chipper cutting out thistles, or the knapsack spot spraying sweet briar. I have managed to convince Jo to help me with the cause, but for now the boys have always seemed to be busy with urgent homework….
One good thing about walking around the place is you get a really good understanding of where moisture sits and changes the grasses that grow. It is also readily apparent how much of a difference my rip lines have made on the slopes.
The back paddock is the poorest of our property – similar to the original Rock Farm with Ordovician Shale as its bedrock. Whilst the paddock has magnificent views, the result is slopes that cause moisture and nutrients to wash away. I spent a few hours after night shifts ripping along the contours – and I can’t wait for it to rain and start making a difference.
On the domestic front, the grass continues to grow in the garden as well. The last thing I want to do after managing the paddocks is work on the grass in the garden. It is a good thing I have recruited a couple of friends to work on that – and if you look closely you might see they have recruited a couple of chooks to help them out.
There might be better places to be stuck in isolation – but this one will suit me just fine…