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drizzle . meringues . bedtime stories
It is raining out in my little boney city garden. Light rain-drizzle. I am calling it boney (the garden) because I am creating this garden as art from the bones outwards. And it is still bones. I am going to paint that porch pole black – it is always in the center of my shot.…
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the city garden. farm matters. focaccia
City Garden with a country heart. Daughter’s baby shower is in a little under two weeks and I am getting close to having the backyard ready. Though I will have to uncover the anti animal detritus off the beds on the day. At present I am still working around the dog and cat who are…
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playing the playgrounds
Within walking distance from our house in the suburbs are no fewer than six playgrounds. Six! And I know there is at least one more because I saw it on one of my walks and have not been able to find it again. They pop up like treasures you discover as you turn a corner.…
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handmade. loving. gifts.
As you know that I have given up life on the farm for a while to come to Australia to help my Daughter with her baby. Baby is due to be born end of May early June and God help me – I hope all goes well. So far she and baby are in tip…
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lost a day – damn it
Sometimes it is ok to give yourself a rest day. But not too many. Resting is great. But not productive. To stay alive in body and brain we need to stay productive. Self care is one thing. Self indulgence – another. The day before yesterday I gave myself a rest day and now I am…
The Kitchen's Garden 