Staking our claim

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.

Canadian flag on a flag pole

Please ignore the overgrown mess that is the turnaround. Past owners dumped heaps of dirt and rubble here that made mowing impossible. Landscaping is next year’s project.

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.

Flagpole braced with ropes

Our mini-circus tent… or the bottom third of the flag pole braced in place while the concrete sets.

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.

Flag pole in concrete

Set, secure and straight!

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.

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6 thoughts on “Staking our claim

  1. Wow!!

    There is nothing simple about it—from one 5’4” er to another!

    Well done as always.

    I love seeing a flag flying. My poor flag is struggling “to look up and keep smiling” as my Uncle George used to say, until Grandpa’s birthday.

    It has had one repair and, after the wind the last few days, is in need of another. I always buy a replacement at Weeks near the end of June, as they knock about ten dollars off for the July 1 celebrations. Then the game is not to have to use it so that Grandpa can get a fresh one on Nov. 11.

    I love your blogs and your boundless drive and energy.

    Thank you for including me.

    Have a great weekend.

    Love,

    Auntie Anne

    • Thanks for the nice comment, Auntie Anne. I like the idea of Grandpa’s birthday (and Remembrance Day) as the anniversary date for a fresh flag.

  2. Another 5’4″ here! Thankfully, I married a skyscraper and he gets everything off the top shelves for me. Our place already came with a place to fly a flag at the gate. The flag was one of our first purchases. Something about your own place in the boonies brings out pride in country. I agree with your husband – the flag is an excellent improvement!

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