Whether or not we’re ready, summer is beginning to ease into autumn. Crisp morning air, earlier arriving sunsets and a bumper crop of late summer vegetables are just some of the signs. We all know it too: the swallows are organizing in preparation for their imminent departure south and our chickens are heading to bed before we encourage them to do so. Just the other day, there was a discussion on the radio about when one should turn on one’s central heating. Our own recent discussion on this point, is when will the plumber arrive to install our new boiler?
This turn in season is marked also by the drop in visitors, both to our house and along the footpath toward Wistman’s Woods. Over the summer, we were abuzz with visits from friends and family. There was a range of ages, and every one’s kid helped with walking Sam, feeding the chickens, putting out bird feeders and even working in the garden. Our youngest visitor was Rosie.
When Roger and I met in the Canadian Arctic, we met several other fine people, including Greg. He, his wife Anita, and their daughter Rosie returned again this summer for what is now an annual visit to Crockern.
Rosie, aged 2.5 years, spent a full day exploring Crockern and its surrounds. After a stiff walk up on the Moors, she got stuck in with some gardening and animal husbandry. She helped walk Sam, fed the chickens, and looked for eggs before turning her attentions to the garden. Like anyone at that age, she is tireless and I’m not certain there were enough potatoes to keep her busy as it took four adults just to keep up!
Thanks to Greg, the following blog is a photo essay of Rosie’s big day out at Crockern. As soon as she learns how to plaster and swing a hammer, we may have a few more projects requiring her assistance. Then again, she’s very handy in the garden, so we might just leave her to that!
- A Flight of Swallows (crockernfarm.wordpress.com)