Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Yumkins
My visitors from the city brought gifts. PUMPKINS. YUMKINS. Oh we do love those pumpkins out here. And my city friend (Berrit’s Mum you remember her) had hidden these big tasty pumpkins inside her house from that nasty cold spell we had a few weeks back and so they are still orange and crunchy. Sheila thrummed…
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A Give-Away
For the smallest members of my own family, for Christmas, I made a little picture book of the farm animals. There is one spare. Just one. Would you like it? It is a collection of favourite images all of which you know well but I think it would make a lovely little gift for a…
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Beautiful
Beautiful pictures today. I said to Our John through coughs and snorts and much blowing of the nose, (the best rags for a cold are chopped up old cotton nighties or T shirts. Very soft on the nose. I have a very diverse rag bag just for these kinds of things.)anyway I was saying to…
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Still Here
Still plodding along. I want to write “through the gloom” but that would be gloomy. Better to say I am sure yesterday was the worst day (of this stupid cold – where is my raw milk?) and today will be better. The fire is roaring and the house is warm, even this early. All food smells disgusting…
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Small things
When walking through a flock of chickens, especially little chickens it is best to shuffle. Chickens make no connection between your foot and danger, focussed as they are on the bucket. So as I walk through, in my boots, I gently push a swathe through the little ones. They have let themselves out of the…
The Kitchen's Garden 