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Fallen clothing
It is the time of year when I start the day wearing a few extra layers. No, you are not going to talk me into using the F word quite yet but there is a wee chill in the air when the dogs and I set out to walk both farms. So I wear all…
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Good Boo Hunting
I know, that like me, you are feeling wretched about Daisy, sadly soothed by Big Dogs gentle slide into the after world and in a killing rage about the mink murdering so many chickens that night. I read all your loving comments during the following days. This Fellowship we have is such a wonderful place to be. You have…
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The ill wind that blew no good
.. was no good wind at all… Bad news should always be delivered fast I think. So here it is. Yesterday when I woke up I discovered that our Old Big Dog had died in the night. I won’t put you through a nostalgic slide show. He was a good dog. And an old…
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A dream
Do you remember I told you about that young man, (who actually found me on the woofer site – got in touch then disovered that I was only 8 miles from the acre plot that he intends to turn into a gently organically, sustainably grown vegetable garden). Did I tell you about him? He has…
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Glorious Failures
My boot on the ramp of the tractor, yarning about cows and pigs and hay. This is what I was missing. Yarning. The hay man was here, with his dad and his sons. All with an opinion about the state of the hay – each opinion was considered – chewed and nodded over. There was time.…
The Kitchen's Garden 