Ecofarmer

re-settled in Hungary from Rochdale, Lancs, England, and into a little village, doing a bit of greenish farming hoping for a quiet life... but stuff just happens...

Thursday, December 01, 2011

winterish

mild weekend is promised - just a change would be nice from this foggy, damp dark cold we've been having for weeks and weeks.
Unfortunately, we had to give up the experiment of milking the goats over the winter, the little bit they produced, was not worth the energy spent in washing the milking cloths and the work itself. But there are 4 pieces of cheese made waiting for the kids judgement when they arrive in a couple of weeks. We cannot even get the delicious local cow's milk, as Erzsi said, two of their beasts are off milk, and they need the rest to fill their quota, they are not selling to individuals until sometimes in mid-January. However, we do have fresh, unpasteurised milk delivered in the village by a local dairy, it is nice and cheap, I tried it last spring before we had the goats.
We just have to make sure we catch the van, in lunchtime, playing the Boci boci tarka - popular Hungarian nursery rhyme about little cows and milk.
Slowly we are making things tidy, we trimmed the figtrees, the roses, the raspberry, the grapes. The houses are a bit tidier, but not exactly sparkling...
I am busy with council stuff - more and more murky, it seems, with that comparison of our mayor to Tony Soprano having been unsurprisingly apt... The Télapó celebration is on Sunday, with that fairly dreadful clown doing a show again, and every under 14 will be given a decent bag of chocolates. The giant tree in the bus-stop wont be decorated - there aren't any mad people risking their life climbing it to put on decorations, so we are buying a modest tree with roots, it will stand in the front of the council buildings.
Our sheep is visiting a ram in Újpetre, but the sheep keeper chap there doesn't think it very hopeful, it was too late in the season.
The second table-tennis table was found and allegedly taken down to the culture house, so we do have them now at last, all is needed some decent net and bats and balls, but the second disappointment is the deputy mayor, who is - how shall I put it - thick. He keeps wanting to do everything - like this purchase, for about 6 months, but he just doesn't do it. So when my sister comes this weekend, I'll buy the lot and claim money back.
No photos today - I don't want to depress you with all that gloom...

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