The Kitchen's Garden

September 17, 2012

Oh dear

We had a good old fashioned farming day yesterday. Mama and Mia were shifted into the rat house paddock, separated from the lambs now for a good while. Mia has gone for company and Mama because that naughty Meadow is still stealing a drink every now and then and Mama needs to be in tip…

September 16, 2012

The boy, the Tree and the Fence

Summer feet smell different. Sturdier, rugged, a shiny honest dirt smell. At the start of summer we inch and pick our way in bare feet across the stones to the sand. By the late summer we stream barefoot across the carpark, through the beach weeds, over the gravel and through the hot sand to the…

September 16, 2012

You have two posts today: First the farmy – piggie presents!

We cannot miss a day on the farmy you know. Not many words today, as there are plenty in the story which I shall post in a minute for those of you who want to read it. My story started off well then it worked its magic in a direction I had not expected. So…

September 15, 2012

Hush.. tread softly.. lest you tread on my words

Miss C is writing so keep it down! Yes, that means you!Be careful where you put your feet. My words are all over the place. I am gathering them up into something coherent today. This story was not that funny at the time but in retrospect, which is our only real perspective in life…

September 14, 2012

Pigs love Milk

Beautiful Daughter, who you will remember is in Melbourne, still reads the Farmy pages every day. She was on the phone yesterday. Write more stories, she says. I said, it is summer here I don’t start the real writing until December 26. I cannot think of a single story in the summer. I am too…