Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Sunday Lunch
Yesterday for the third day in a row we had stunning, drenching, rain storms rolling in. Though yesterday it was in the day time. If a storm comes in with all its flashing lights and its kettle drum set low and I am in bed I snuggle lower and watch the show from bed. The storm at…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
The Kitchen's Garden 