We knew when we bought this homestead that our to-do list would last us into our golden years. Some of the barns are close to 150 years old. The foundation of the original homestead is overgrown with lilacs and rasperberry canes, and the "new" house is pushing 80. We'll never be "done". We can spend a whole weekend at work, and know that the items struck off the list will be replaced by other jobs.
There are ongoing chores like cleaning the chicken coop.
There are also procrastinator jobs like taking old stuff out of the drive shed and to the dump.
The unused pastures need combing for tree limbs and old brush, in preparation for the mammals we hope to get in the next year or two.
We're waging an ongoing war against these persistent devils.
And then there's the wood: as soon as the winter is over, the sounds of the chainsaw and axe can be heard, preparing for next year's cozy winter warmth.
The barns look at us with pleading, neglected faces.
And haylofts await exploration...to be undertaken as soon as we get around to repairing the many delapidated ladders leading to long-anticipated adventures.
One might despair at all there is to do on a small farm, especially when one has an outside job and small children to care for. But some of our best days are those we spend puttering around, accomplishing small things, knowing that we'll never be "done". We'll spend our lives reclaiming the former beauty of this place we call home. We'll likely never travel to Florida for winters, or spend our summers at a cottage. We'll be mucking and digging and hammering and fixing away. We'll never be done, and we'll never be bored.