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Time for Feet
As we wended our weary way home from Chicago on the Metra yesterday evening, I watched a lot of honest hard working people trudge wearily on their feet, up and into the train, they would sit heavily, some of them looked to me to be way past the age that they should be working. They…
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Yes, but you are a Girl.
Quite delightfully I hear this from Hugo all the time. As he takes something heavy from me. “I will carry. You are a girl”. Bless him. Such a well brought up young gentleman. Well, this Girl and her Young Gentleman are off to the big city. We are have over fed every animal and bird. Doubled up…
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In a Good Year
Oh don’t you hear me say THAT often. Well, in a good year. All things being equal. If no-one gets sick, if we have enough rain at the right time, if we have enough sun. But I forget there is no Good Year: every year is just a year, every season – another season. Always…
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Good news
Yesterday we worked extra fast in some terrible humid heat and now all the hay has been divided up and is stacked in neat rows in two barns. And then in the afternoon – it rained – poured down actually! And we all felt smug because our hay was under cover. I hope I have enough…
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I got close
But the day whipped past. The boys delivered the chickens to the abbatoir nice and early, then while the Day Mother cleaned my endlessly busy kitchen we ran farm work until the hay started in the afternoon. It was a long day. We worked right into the evening. And much later in the evening the boys and…
The Kitchen's Garden 