I have lived in over 40 houses – the penalty for having a father in the service and going that route myself. Twice since we married we were in three houses in one calendar year. The house we are in now we have had for 15 years, which has totally ruined our average. Earlier this year we contemplated moving across the river into a more civilised area and then realised we are not town people. It may happen eventually, but not yet. I’m not sure how large my patch is, but on the rule of thumb that a soccer field is about an acre, I have perhaps half an acre. My grass cutter has a motor which turns the blade, but I have to push it. I have almost no level ground and cutting the grass, according to my smart phone, requires me to push it for 2 1/2 miles. Good exercise. The green house, the veg patch and the fruit trees at this time of the year are supplying us, the grandchildren who spend the long summer holiday with us, the neighbours and the compost heap. For the first time in my life I feel as though I have roots. I can absolutely understand the earlier comments that giving up a property and moving into town is not easy.
Off now to harvest today’s kefir – I need a bigger jar or someone who needs a grain donation.
5:41 pm
12 Aug 17