Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Resolute
I am SO looking forward to milking. Homegrown milk is the wheel that houses our spokes. Almost all the animals will drink her milk. including me. And all those wonderful things we make with the milk and cream. Oh cream! It’s been too long. But still we wait. All of us. Her milk will feed us…
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This is my Job
Farming these acres is my job. A job I chose. A job I chose and grew to love. Being a woman farmer is what I am all about. A woman who farms not a farmers wife. I am the farmer. The grower of food. And I am still a relatively young woman. In the peak of her…
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Under the weather
I am. Feeling a little under the weather. That is a peculiar expression. “Under the Weather”. But it is how I feel. This endless gray rainy cold weather. I am under it. So I took an extra half hour of sleep for myself in my warm bed under my Australian wool duvet but the…
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Pouring Up
Someone has a milk mustache. I once nursed a very old lady called Maisy. I was very young – in my teens – dressed all in white, working in an old folks home. She was very old, round with sparse white comb over hair and wore green nightgowns. I always thought she looked a…
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Kunekune Fields
Conor’s last task as the resident guest worker was to help me put up an electric fence around the grapevines and the pine trees to create quite a big field for the kunekune. This is good for two reasons, Tima and Tane get a summer field with lots of trees and I don’t have to…
The Kitchen's Garden 