Ms Mova steps up to the plate...again!

Ms Tagalong was walking back to her house on Saturday, she felt like she was stepping back, or even side-stepping her responsibilities. She mused as she stepped whether this would be what it felt like to relinquish the reins, albeit shared.

Battling to get a workable kitchen by the time Mr Ideasman went back to the hallowed halls of academia, Ms Tagalong had taken a short break from painting and had been to view the progress of the working bee.

She needn't have worried. Ms Mova had everything and everybody in control. Tasks had been designated, doors to sheds were being constructed, seeds being collected, fruit trees being weeded, old pumpkins pulled out and beds were being turned and mulched. In fact Ms Tagalong contributed by eating a piece of delicious 2nd birthday cake and drinking a lovely hot cup of tea. Nothing like it to take the fume of paint out of your passages!


After a decent interval both Ms Tagalong and Mr Ideasman ventured back to the garden and found to their delight and perfect timing that lunch was ready. Having no kitchen yet to cook in this was the ideal way to spend our lunch break, eating the most delicious lunch food ever according to Mr Ideasman, we chatted and offered our ideas. Our ideas only, no assistance that day!


What a great turn out, what great progress in the wintry garden and even the rain stayed away and allowed some industrious footings for the new chicken coop, mulch and grass clippings moved and old compost placed onto the newly dug beds. Oh my! Ms Tagalong almost smelt spring in the air and could happily have forgone the painting but unlike Mole and his spring cleaning she and Mr Ideasman trudged back to the renovations.




So far have we come, Ms Mova, from those humble beginnings and all thanks to you, your perserverence and enthusiasm, your commitment and devotion to duty unlike the flighty Ms Tagalong who ditched out of yet another working day.