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Children of the Corn
Out here in corn country there is a legend that the ghosts of all the children lost in the corn fields come out at night and roam the rows, crying piteously. Probably rattling fences, and shaking corn stalks together. Though no-one I talk to can remember a child getting actually lost in the corn fields.…
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The Shift into a lower summer gear
Yesterday. Yesterday the shift into a lower cruisier gentler quieter gear finally happened. It was not warm, but the produce came up in baskets from the gardens. The rhythm of movement without jerks and pulls and pounces. A good calm successful day. Boo spend the afternoon lying under a hydrangea bush. When I picked him…
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Boys and Chicks
I love having children on the farm. Just having fun. After the mandatory swim, this fellow gathers eggs, feeds the cats, (Egoli was found at his house so he always brings him and Tiba a little pot of food each). He picks tomatoes in the gardens then settles down with a little jar of dried…
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When life gives you mud: Wallow in it!
Well you know where this is going don’t you. Sheila has to have a new wallow as the old one by the chook house is actually above an electrical cable. John pointed this out yesterday. I did not know that. All this mouldy hay needs to be incorporated into the stony field and she already had…
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Desperately Seeking Beautiful
I looked for loveliness yesterday and found it everywhere. BooBoo doing his best to be lovely! Big Dog is always lovely. I find peacock feathers in the strangest places. Only the short ones now, all Kupa’s long feathers are in a vase catching the morning sun through the windows. Charlotte is trying her best to…
The Kitchen's Garden 