Monday morning and it’s sausages once more (sounds vaguely like a song from the 60’s doesn’t it?). Fortunately they are all done now, as there are only so many cold, slippery sausages you can handle without thinking wistfully of sitting down in front of a fire and a TV.
It’s been gradually getting colder over the last couple of weeks, and we have had frost on the car windscreen for the last couple of mornings. To me that means winter has arrived, even though it isn’t official until 21st December.
The nasturtiums definitely think winter is here. Within the space of a weekend the bright flowers and large salad leaves (as I like to think of them) have become a soggy mess of green. There are slim pickings for a forager now.
The group has been out doing sheep this afternoon – checking health and ram activity. We’ve not had a great deal of success with rams this year. The new one seems to be working well but one of the older ones dropped dead with a suspected heart attack (insert appropriate comment (or inappropriate comment if you prefer) about him dying whilst doing something he enjoyed) and another has injured his leg. They really are a most inept bunch of Casanovas.
For the rest of they day they have been making Christmas decorations.
It seems the big day is only a month away. This is not welcome news.
Before then we have a big open day on 1st December, with 20 or 30 people wanting lunch (you can guess the state of the planning from the wide range of possibilities). We also have to organise the Winterfest event on 5th December (though it’s just about done) and we have to plan for the Christmas lunch on the farm. It’s going to be smaller scale than previous years, as it spread to a two day event last year, which seems a bit much.
After that I just need to get presents and food for 25th and all is well.