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Sunday Light.
Geraldine has forgiven me. A little bit. But is still giving me a look as she breezes past. Hugo got a wee fright when he was sitting in the garden and Geraldine flew up from behind and landed on his shoulder – he walked around for a while with her there before she flew off. It is…
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Minds Change`
” A picture becomes a painting when it is Framed. A story becomes a legend when it is Told. “ cecilia buys-wheeler gunther. That is what I wrote on the blackboard yesterday. But what I should have written was “It’s OK to change your mind.” cecilia buys-wheeler gunther. Because it is! It is OK. I had this…
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The Crepe Season
The season of the crepe. Hugo assures me that crepes will not make me fat. Just eggs, milk and flour, he says. Checking the ingredients off on his fingers. Luckily the eggs and the milk come from the farm because he goes through heaps of both. He makes a big batch of crepe batter every few days…
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A girl and A peahen
The dog and the turkeys. Will we finally get some tomatoes? Piggie heaven. Here is the girl (our cadet) and her peahen – Geraldine. Geraldine is such an angel of a bird. I called to her and up she came and rushed across, I told The Cadet to sit on the hay bale step that…
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Hi-Jacked
I was taking photos of the Spanish Black turkeys yesterday, .. when I put the camera down to check something and it was Hijacked by Hugo. So now you follow Hugo’s eyes. Sheila needs to go on a diet again.. she is not doing so well sharing quarters with Poppy who was on her…
The Kitchen's Garden 