Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Exfoliating with ice
When working outside in an ice storm you can feel the ice pitting itself against your skin. Tiny little sharp pellets. No blood is drawn of course. Though no self respecting animal would be caught out in it, just the mad dogs and New Zealand woman. I walk with a gloved hand up as though to…
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Porcine Excitement
Poppy (the Hereford sow) has been re-located to the house of sinful pleasures also known as the West Barn. She leapt into the trailer without any enticement and the red truck towed her chariot around the corner. If there had been a sunroof she would have popped her head through the top and smiled into the…
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My friend has come
We spent all day getting back home from the airport then threw our city clothes into the baskets and changed into farm gear and got to work. She was thrilled to see Geraldine and Naomi so big and strong. We talked and talked and talked. We only stopped talking when she fell asleep on the couch…
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Be a Dog
Imagine if we were like a dog. Not an actual dog but Like a dog in that whenever we felt even a little tired we just lay down on the floor wherever we were and slept. Angling our bottoms onto the boards with our bellies following suit, then paws sliding – flat out on the floor, head down, big…
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Good morning
At the risk of being pedestrian. Or maybe a little ‘Tuesday’… MERRY CHRISTMAS. Though for the animals down here on the farm. Christmas Day is like any other day. And any other day is All About the Food. I wanted to say something deep and meaningful about Christmas. But when I look deeply I really…
The Kitchen's Garden 