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Free days – when the farm feeds the farm.
There is something deeply satisfying about eating a meal from your own land, in a room you created. Home grown, grass fed steak, with asparagus from down the back and hollandaise using my own eggs and butter, a salad from the garden, cheese from Daisy’s milk followed by rhubarb from the garden and home made…
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My Mother’s Hands
My mother had dry, cool hands. When she rubbed them together they rasped, always cold, but warm. Mothers are many people. When my head…
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Gardening in the rain
It was warm yesterday and then in the late afternoon it began to drizzle on and off. So i was gardening in the rain. One of the most beautiful sights is gentle rain on the gardens. The plants grow as you watch them here. Literally. The season is short and almost tropical. By evening it…
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how not to put up an electric fence
First … ditch the help! I had Blue and his Mouth who thought it was a great lark to play with the wires. “You should have waited for the men” says The Big Dog. “Sod that” says Author, back on form, minus a uterus and following me everywhere. Hmm, say Miss C, it seems we…
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Pigs will be Pigs
Sheila loves her bath. I do apologise for the angle but she made me laugh out loud! Raising a pig is loaded with fun. Charlotte loves water too. They wriggle and mud-about then stand and shake like dogs, their ears clapping against their heads, causing the real dogs and I to run for our lives…
The Kitchen's Garden 