perfect days of winter

Tasmania lives with the reputation of having poor weather. While there are periods of cold and rain at different times, the contrast from summer to winter is a delicious change for this individual who grew up in subtropical Queensland. There are winter days which are spectacular. Sunday was one of these. It was what I consider to be a perfect winters day at forty legs farm. 

There was a crispness and a chill to the air but this was accompanied by brilliant sunshine. There was   barely a breeze but it was still cool and a puffy jacket was required. It was the perfect day to get on with some chores around forty legs farm. 

After a slow wake up over a prolonged coffee in bed, we kicked off the day. Chicken duties were attended first up. Out of the coop and free ranging for now. With a permanent human presence on forty legs we have had less issue with wedge tail eagle attacks on our chooks. (It was distressing finding exploded poultry bits in the paddock before we moved in) 

There was opportunity for some building by the husband. With deadlines looming there is plenty of construction work ongoing. The rear deck and ramp is nearing completion with only minimal work to be done. House painting continues, but we now have a house that is one colour. 

That is not the possum, that is the husbands beard above the drill 

The vegetable patch was attended with further assessment of what pete the one eyed possum has destroyed. (I am not making this up. That possum has only got one eye and half an ear I shit you not) I continued on with my mitigation measures and prevention strategies along with some redistribution planting. Ended the day with picking some of my produce to create a beautiful dinner of home reared beef accompanied by baby beets, carrots, kale and chermoula made with carrot leaf instead of parsley. All from my paddock. Absolutely delicious.