Mom

So many things have been happening at the farm which I will come back to in the next few blogs. Today let’s talk mom.

May 9th mom and dad arrived back at the homestead to oversee the set up of their cottage.
We have spend months talking about, and arranging, for them to set up a trailer on my property. They chose a quiet area with beautiful water views, deer trails all around them and the calming sound of a babbling brook off to the left.

When they arrived they were thrilled to see Darryl Jelfs already digging the septic bed. He and his guys were amazing going above and beyond including moving the trailer onto the site for us.

Then Thursday, Jason Levings showed up with his crew to drill the well. Again, an amazing group of people who went above and beyond even helping dad and I move 70 patio stones!

And the next day is Friday the 13th- written by a non-superstitious person.

Mom goes out to give the pigs some tasty dandelion treats and the next thing I know, she is laying on the ground with a broken leg and just for fun toss in a broken wrist acquired catching herself as she fell. Unfortunately this is not the first time. Mom has osteoporosis and has broken bones in Greece, Beamsville, England, and now Nova Scotia. Dad can now offer a great comparative study on medical care around the world.
A very talented surgeon inserted a plate in her wrist and a rod in her femur and she is recouping in the hospital (1.5 hours away) waiting to transfer to a rehab facility in Digby (10 minutes from our house).
Not quite the way we wanted to spend her time here, seeing each other during hospital visiting hours. But we are so happy that she will a least be rehabing closer to the homestead. Now dad can be comfortable here at the house and then enjoy the cottage, instead of hotel hopping, and I can see her daily (if she can put up with me everyday)!

In the meantime, their trailer now is in position, it has a septic bed and septic tank, it has a drilled well, and most recently, dad and I assembled a shed that will hold the wells pressure tank and electrical panel.

My brother has taken on the task of figuring out how to get power to the trailer and will be here in June to set them up in solar.

Some of mom’s first words to me after falling were “I am never coming back to Nova Scotia”. I truly hope those were words uttered in pain and frustration, because, after months of thought and planning and replanning, there is such a beautiful spot here now for her to relax, enjoy and take in some beautiful sights. Not to mention, I value every minute I get to spend with her here, and appreciate all her help and guidance on paint colours, with preserving my harvest and of course sharing the joy I have for all my farm babies.

I can't wait to have you back mom💖