THE LOUNGE OF COMMENTS

What I love about this blog is that even as the written content evolves into a less regular input from my side, with the meat chickens and bread making using up the early mornings before I go to The Mill. And lately there are less photos as I struggle along with too much to do in the afternoons.

Even with all this; that would sound like silence to any other group of readers- you know I am still here with you.

And knowing that all this will change with the natural seasonal changes, in that I fully intend to be back on a daily routine once the meat chickens are in the freezer and the hogs are sold and the milking is done – never mind the bread. Once winter with all its horribleness comes; I will blend everything back together with my new flourmill work – back into a daily doable routine taking you back on the farm with me.

Knowing all this – you – the Fellowship of the Farmy, instead of feeling left out, simply go on chatting to each other, and me, in the Lounge of Comments. Sometimes for days after a post. We have all been together for so many years that you take it all in stride, pull up a chair and have a coffee and chat. Whether I am in or not.

I love that.

It is like coming home to find your two best friends in the kitchen with the fire stoked and the kettle on, feet up – chatting until I get home.

You know the rhythm of my days.

You know the rhythm of my seasons.

I love that.

Love, love

Celi

34 Comments on “THE LOUNGE OF COMMENTS

  1. Would like to buy some of the flour you sell – canโ€™t find the site! Help

  2. Yes! So absolutely true!!! Always nice to read what our Farmy Friends have to say in the blog and what is happening in their necks of the woods! And knowing that you are there ‘getting with the programs’ and juggling the farmy, job and lots of other chores as well! We know you are there Sweet Celi and will come in for a spot of tea and a chat whenever you can! And hugs to the Farmy Farmily!!!

  3. I consider us a long distance neighborhood full of interesting folks who are just as likely to stop and chat with their friends closer to home, but I have to give you the credit Miss C, for leading us down this path to begin with. While I don’t always comment, I do feel at home here, have found other blogs to follow here, and picked up tips and tricks in general even though I don’t have a farm.
    I would call you the glue to this large farmy family ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. That is so true. I don’t comment daily now as I am so busy myself, but I do check in daily. We ebb and flow like water in a creek that is really a ditch. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • Love this! Yes, just love that “We ebb and flow like water in a creek that is really a ditch. ๐Ÿ˜‰” Well put!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Now that would be nice! Sitting round the farmy kitchen table table with friends.
    I always wanted a big farm kitchen and a scrub top table …and lots of people to cook for.

    • Same!! My Mum had a huge kitchen at the beach with a great big pine table that she worked at. We would all stand around it making dinners or whatever. I loved that table.
      In fact when I finally build myself a dwelling just for me . it will be a kitchen. Just a really big kitchen. Like the island restaurants in Greece.

      • My parents had a fantastic kitchen with table, but they ruined it by modernising/partitioning it with cupboards and work surface in the middle. The table got pushed into a booth. Neither of them could cook, so I don’t think they got the dynamic.

      • Yes! You just canโ€™t beat having a big, old pine harvest table in the centre of the kitchen – its surface polished by time and marked with decades of experience… Always something going on there (but most especially this time of year: )

    • As always your post today perfectly summed things up. We all look forward to your posts, miss them when less frequent
      and hope all is well. Delighted when we have a catch up from you and take great pleasure when we read the Lounge of
      Comments. Thank you Celi and everyone.

  6. I am such a sap. This has actually made me go a bit teary. It’s true! We are all friends! I feel that, and I love it too. But I have to say, THANKS TO YOU, this is the case. You have made this thing and nurtured it come hell or high water (sometimes both!) and you have introduced us and given us a marvelous reason to be here.

  7. Good evening, c. All though I don’t comment as often as I used to, I do still read your posts with great interest, and follow the ebb and flow of your daily progresses. xx

  8. You’re one of the first sites I followed when I first started blogging six years ago, and you’ll be the last I stop reading if God forbid I ever stop. Some friends are close at hand, others are long distance but friends nonetheless and their loss would be deeply felt. Dropping into the Lounge of Comments with my morning cup of coffee is part of my daily ritual, and if there’s no new post from you, I go back to the latest one and see who’s chatting about what. A daily post from you is lovely, but while you’re busy, an indulgence for us and extra pressure for you that you don’t need. Get those chooks and piggies fat, sort your schedule, and then โ€“ if you feel like it โ€“ we’ll be delighted to have our Daily Dose of Celi back again.

    • Kate, although I don’t always comment, I always love reading what you have to say, hailing from Australia! Your comments and recollections are always interesting and fun!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

      • That’s so kind of you! But then that’s pretty typical of the good people Celi has gathered around the Farmy and its doings…

  9. So many familiar faces and likeminded voices here… I learn so much. If I read or comment early, I often pop back to see what everyone else has had to say.

  10. I liked the flour and I will order it when I get back from my trip.

  11. Yes I don’t always comment either, but read every day. Sometimes I make a comment or ask a question and then forget to go back later in the day to see if there’s been an answer. Then I go back and back trying to find the day I said whatever I said.
    Of course, I’m in love with the creatures, the dogs, the cats, the pigs, the cows, the ducks–especially the ones with the poofs on top. But who could not absolutely go goosebumps at the photo of today’s post, just for an example. And let’s not forget the videos, especially FreeBee and darling Jude on Instagram.
    We’ll stick around! And as someone above said, “I learn so much!” Truly, we do.

  12. While I have never commented in the 3+ years that I have been a member, I too feel a part of it the farmy and am a silent supporter. Silent no more, I guess. Thanks Celi for all you do!

  13. . . . and I go back to when Sheila and Charlotte were babies, you had grapevines for wine and bees for honey . . . methinks one matter I have always appreciated the most is the absence of what a dear friend of yours and a mentor of mine once termed ‘generic’ comments, Readers from all backgrounds, lifestyles and -places of abode feel free to put forward their real thoughts, thus sharing, informing and learning across that kitchen table of yours. It’s a very comforting place to be for as long as any of us can manage . . . thank you for keeping it going . . .

  14. I only comment very infrequently, but I read every post that comes, and all the comments. C, just wondering if you have thought about adding a button which sends you a notification of new comments, or replies to a comment? I have seen it on some other blogs. I like to go back and check older posts, but sometimes it would be nice to know which one people were chatting at! I love your blog and your sustainable way of farming ๐Ÿ™‚

  15. I come and read every day, don’t always comment. Many times someone else has already said what I was thinking. This is truly a community, a worldwide one and a very special one which I treasure and for which I am very grateful. Thank you Celi.
    The kitchen, over the years and kitchens it seems that those are the places where the really important conversations were had and are still being had. The huge old kitchen in the big old Victorian house we lived in when I was a kid where everyone ended up when they came to visit, as they did in all the other kitchens in the houses I’ve lived in. The kitchen was and is where the news of births, marriages, deaths, and everything else seem to be delivered. The place where the talk can be ordinary or very profound. I think a house with a huge central kitchen, with a good big and sturdy table and lots of chairs, plenty of mugs and generally a place to just be who we are is a good dream and hopeful future reality.
    My kitchen presently is a place of counsel to someone in need of some simple homey advice, caring and compassion. I think that a function maybe more important than the food prepared in it, as comforting place, the heart of the home.

  16. This is such a lovely post. You are truly a deeply kind and creative person. I miss the more frequent posts, but I am always amazed by what you are thinking about and accomplishing – mind boggling and so inspiring. And I love reading so many of the supportive, friendly comments from your regulars in the Lounge! I haven’t commented much in a while, but I too read every most and marvel at what you are thinking about and accomplishing. I thank you so very much!

  17. I’m just getting to my computer after a long day of chores outdoors. The summer months of work have me begging for a good rain or cold to get indoor work done. The weather never stops you from your farm chores or your job now. Just so you know, I’m reading between the lines here. But keeping quite silent. I don’t know how you keep up your pace. I could do that years ago but now, not happening. Keep taking care of yourself so you can build that kitchen with a bed. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Me, I only have a kitchen because it came with the house. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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