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Diatomaceous earth kills the bad squash eating bug
I want dill pickles, lots of them. Pickled gherkins. Baby cucumbers in cider vinegar with a little dill. We eat them all winter. But there is a wicked little insect that is determined to thwart my attempts to fill the cellar with pickles. You know the bug that burrows into the stem of all kinds…
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I can’t see you, so you can’t see me and a floating chook!
Little piggy games. Funny dog Games. Yesterday we sowed all the high summer vegetables all over again. The secret to growing lots of food across a whole summer is successive plantings. Already we are eating like kings. Last night we had lamb burgers flavoured with mint and fresh garlic, slathered with a chimichurri made from…
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Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig
Back to the farm, the animals and ordinary old gardening and housework. Why is it that a drill always appears on the table when I am gone. Boo will not let me out of his sight now that I am home. He has picked up a few bad habits while you and I were not…
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A horse is a horse – of course, of course …
The horse riding was as torturous as expected, due to lack of padding between my bony bottom and the saddle. But the horses were fat and happy. We rode for two hours through dense and stunning Canadian forest. We walked single file one horse following the other at a rolling sailor’s plod, the saddles were…
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No horsies today, all lost and gone away
The horses were all booked out, so we postponed and went for another punishing walk.. as high as we could bear, which was not very much higher in the scheme of things, to a little reservoir lake. Then we had a picnic with crostini and olive tapanade and pan fried local steak cut into paper…
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