|Forum topic by PG_Zac||posted 05-06-2009 10:04 PM||720 views||0 times favorited||3 replies|
05-06-2009 10:04 PM
Tomorrow morning I leave home for a couple of months again. A couple of weeks ago I came home to our new home for the first time, and these 2 weeks have gone far too quickly.
Life on a (small) farm is very different from life in the suburbs. Each day we have to remember to run the bore hole pump or risk running out of water in the middle of a shower. Cleaning organic matter out of the washing machine pre-filter is becoming a 30 second job instead of a 2 minute job. Boiling, cooling and filtering water is now second nature rather than something I have to think about.
We have set up 1 new garden tap for the horses, and refurbished another that was just lying flat on the grass. The horse paddock is now ready for the horses, and their barn will be ready for occupation tomorrow.
There is a ton of work needed to make this the place of our dreams, but the process of getting there is part of that dream. Yes, it is hard work, but extremely rewarding.
Tonight my wife & I took a short stroll through the garden just to absorb some of the atmosphere. The stars were crystal clear and very bright. The moon was almost full, and the area was patches of silver light interspersed with absolutely black shadows. The good remaining trunk of the tree from which I removed 2 dead trunks was silver in the moonlight, and the stumps were cool and soft under our butts.
Coming back to the house I stopped and looked around. To the east was a white splash of cloud just exuding sparkling clean moonlight. To the north and west was the deep black sky peppered with spots, swirls and swatches of stars. All around me was the silver reflected off the Banana trees, the Jacaranda, the Leopard tree, the Yellow Woods, the Pines, the Coleas, the several species of Palms, and many other trees and bushes I can’t name.
In the distance I could hear the muted roar of the surf and the occasional car or truck. Once, a car drove along the main road close to the house, but “close” is relative. At this new home of ours, the closest a passing vehicle gets is 300-400 metres away. The sound of this car was almost drowned out by a sudden increase in the volume of the crickets, frogs, and other nightlife in our private jungle.
We have a troupe of (I think) 6 vervet monkeys that live in our little forest, but I didn’t hear them tonight. Almost every night we are visited by some kind of small buck. The only reason we know this, is the new scat on the lawn each morning. It is probably a Duiker or a Bushbuck, but none of us has seen it yet. I was hoping to see it while I was home this time, but I haven’t received that blessing yet.
Walking around outside at 9 pm wearing shorts and barefoot, temperature at 22 deg C and humidity at 76%, dew already thick on the grass, listening to natural night sounds and breathing clean country air.
This is evening peace.
-- I may be schizophrenic, but at least I have each other.