The Kitchen's Garden

January 13, 2014

Sheila says, No Thank You

I thought I wanted to go for a walk, Sheila said, but now I don’t. The puddles are too deep and I can’t swim, she said. And my feet are cold. Let’s go back home, she said and have our peanut butter treats inside and so we did. Snow is not always white either, we…

January 12, 2014

A Surprise for The Matriarch

I kept this a secret from everyone until The Matriarch came home because I wanted it to be a surprise. (And she reads the blog every day so i could not even whisper it) So after we picked her up from the airport and dawdled home I took her into the Coupe and introduced her…

January 11, 2014

While I was out doing the rounds today

Collecting left over food from the store and the pub, I even drove over to Route 66 to visit my favourite hairdresser, Sheila did her housework. I had not realised until after I had fed everyone in the rain, I went out in the almost dark around the side of the barn to shut her…

January 10, 2014

Your voice echoes when there is snow in the clouds

Yesterday it snowed again. But it was a gentle sweet silent snow that did not last too long. But the clouds sat heavy. Heavy clouds breathing light snow. Like kind gods. A benevolent uncle kind of snow. I set about trapping and catching the frostbitten chickens who had run off to the barn before the…

January 9, 2014

Frostbite on Barn Chickens

Still cold. Do you see Daisy’s breath? First something pretty: The Old Codger has given me his snow shoes .. aren’t they wonderful. When I walk the dogs across the snow in the morning I shall be wearing these . I look forward to our morning walk. And now for something not so pretty. The…