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Tia almost dies
Tia (my beautiful little heifer) was laid flat out on the ground, in the yards by the hay feeder, snow falling on her face. I threw the hay into the hay car to distract the others and walked swiftly to her side. The one eye I could see was wide with fright, she was on her side, her…
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Closed for Busy-ness
The wind blew cold and strong yesterday. So the big doors were closed, with boards running crosswise to secure them and stop them from flying inward. The little pigs sleep right inside those doors and I don’t want them caught in a cross draft of cold wind blowing straight on them. The wind was quite the surprise…
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Is that art?
Does Art have to be conscious? This is actually a serious question. I have always said that some gardeners can be artists, some builders are artists, a zooped up old car can be art, my bedroom table can be art, a perfect line of shiny mens shoes in the wardrobe can be art. Is a perfectly…
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The crooked-ness
My posts are crooked, the barn is leaning, the feeders are sinking and the BooBoo limps. The hay bales list, the fields are poggy and not one fence follows a straight line. The posts are on a lean, the gates drag and the chickens perch on ramshackle lengths of pole. All this I can take but if…
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Waste not those feet
How to change Big attitudes with Tiny turns. You know that feeling when you are half way to somewhere and you realise you have forgotton something that you need. Or you cannot carry everything you need down the back in one wheelbarrow and must make two or three trips. And you think – Dammit now…
The Kitchen's Garden 