Oops

Last night turned into ‘yarn to midnight’ night with my old friend the Kiwi Builder resulting in an unhurried start this morning. A bonus of not milking. So here are a few shots from yesterday just to tide you over. I shall be back at full volume again tomorrow.  Today I am mowing and gardening. My …

Finding Sheila

Twice a day now I take the pigs for a walk down by the Creek that is really a Ditch.   NO not you Baby Bobby. Just the pigs. We wander about a bit, the dogs and Poppy run ahead and then run rings around Sheila and I as we walk along.   Then after a …

Fog Daze

The fog is so thick in the early mornings that  the grass is heavy with wet. When I breathe in the nefarious dripping air it leaves a strange burnt sensation in my throat, a thickening, like I want to cough but can’t.  It lingers.  However it warmed up in the afternoon. It does not take much heat to send Sheila my …

Shadow Play

In the garden, as in life, shadows hold equal value to light.  Especially hard summer light filtered by strong shadows.  This is a perfect blend for me. Too much shade is a problem for a vegetable garden but no shade at all bleaches out a flower garden. (Though I use the term flower garden very …

Misty

The old people (and my neighbours who are not old at all) say that for “For every fog in August, there will be a snowfall in the winter.” Though this saying does not rhyme so I am not sure I trust it. and “If a cold August follows a hot July, it foretells a winter hard …

L’air …

Yesterday the air felt dense. Not hot and not cold, just full and thick. The clouds stayed low, heavy, old, bosomy. Like flat pillows. There was no wind and little sound. Even the birds were quiet. The night crickets played their instrumental feet softly as though the night was nigh – all day their orchestra played. The day …

Sometimes a Little

We are still fencing.  The Fencer and I. Missing Berit. Gracie has the weekend off so she went shopping with The Matriarch so they could work some more on improving her English. (Grace’s objective is to improve her spoken English in preparation for studying in Wisconsin soon.) So Boo, The Fencer and I spent all …

Treasure

The Fencer calls Tima – The Terrorist. He is not far wrong. Daisy is starting to settle down and Poppy is beginning to look like a proper pig. We worked on the fencing Across the Way at the Big Barn yesterday. Unearthing old gateways.  And treasure – a beautiful old water pump. (see header image)   Returning …

Doors

Doors to the chook house can get left open (probably by me actually)  ..and doors to the mind can get left open too.  And my international visitor is teaching me ever so gently that language is just another door that needs to be left open.  Sign language and mime are powerful tools.  Today is Berit’s …

Did I Forget something?

Above and below  is Minouchki being beautiful. Yesterday, the kittens worked in the garden alongside Tima, Grace,Marmalade, Berrit and the dogs. They were very helpful.  They had a lovely day! Though I was troubled. All day as I indulged in a day of weeding and gardening, I could not help cycling through the animals on …