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nanowrimo without the capitals
Last year I signed up for nanowrimo. And finished in 21 days. It is an interesting concept. Basically it is a dare. You dare yourself to write 50,000 words towards a novel, hopefully including a beginning a middle and an end – in one month. The month of November. No-one but me reads it. No-one…
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A wee dollop of sweetness
Marmalade was a busy little kitten yesterday. He is a natural performer. And with all the animals I had to show the children yesterday, this wee kitten was the one who pocketed hearts in all directions. Later, Sunday being Sunday, the dogs and I went for a long walk. Then it being Sunday still, there…
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Last cut of hay for the season.
And pumpkins for cows. Now that people are throwing out the pumpkins that they have had on their doorsteps for Halloween, Daisy gets to eat them. Queenie too if Daisy does not get there first. Now that the alfalfa has stopped growing, and finished storing all the goodies into its roots for the spring growth,…
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Failed fudge. Failed Soap. Ah well, there is always tomorrow.
We don’t see Lulu often. But she is always there. Watching. Just like us. Yesterdays comments were so refreshing. You are all wonderful. Here we were (well I was) thinking that our contentment in solitude was in fact ‘Anti Social’ when in fact we are all good and fine and normal little Fellowship hermits in…
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The lack of chatter in the box
I discovered an interesting thing about myself while I was away. Maybe I knew it along. Have you ever worked in an old fashioned darkroom. With film, good old fashioned honest film. You expose your image with a light projector through the negative and onto the photo paper, then in your dark room you slide…
The Kitchen's Garden 