When European explorers first landed in the new world (including Canada), it was customary for them to plant their flag as a symbol of ownership.
I think this latest development means the farm is officially ours.
This project also means that Matt and I have officially started in on the fall to-do list. Planting the flag pole was #11.
I had bought the pole second hand on kijiji back at the end of June with the idea that we might be able to install it for Canada Day (July 1). That didn’t happen.
We drilled a hole for the pole back in August when we had the auger, and I tried to convince Matt that installing the flag pole would be a good birthday present for me at the end of September. That didn’t happen.
Finally on Sunday morning, we dragged out the wheelbarrow and a bag of concrete and made it happen. It took all of a half hour to mix the concrete, place the pole in the hole and pack the cement around it.
The hardest part was making sure the pole was plumb and holding it in place with ropes and stakes.
Our flag pole came in three pieces, so it was very easy to wrangle one 7 foot piece into place, rather than a long 20 foot pole.
By Monday (I love long weekends by the way–we get so much accomplished) the concrete was set.
While Matt and his dad were working in the back bush clearing the trails, I went to work wrangling the rest of the pole into place. If you’re ever looking for a laugh, watch a 5’4″ woman staggering around with a 12 foot flag pole–to which she has already attached the halyard (or rope)–trying to keep it perfectly vertical so she can set it in place on top of another pole that’s as tall as she is. It took two tries, and the cats were absolutely no help.
Once the pole was fully assembled, it was a simple matter of attaching the clips to my rope and hoisting the flag.
Matt’s comment when he returned from the bush and saw the flag was, “I think we just improved this property more than any other owners. Except for maybe the guy who built the barn.”
So yes, we are both ridiculously happy to be flying the flag at the farm. Sometimes it’s the simple things.