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Feathers for Mr Flowers
Mr Flowers, our most beautiful and quite old peacock, loses his feathers in the late summer and has now commenced to grow back his long long tail. Every year this happens. His feathers are the brightness in our winter. Peacocks are such ethereal creatures. He is such a beautiful bird. And he is a good…
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Fatality in the Kitchen
Noooo! The coffee machine has finally Spat The Dummy! Dead. Nothing but Sad. No delicious foamy coffee. So it is plunger coffee for us this morning. We were hoping that the espresso machine would last until Christmas then Our John and I were going to go halvies on the cost of a new one. Coffee…
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Back home with slightly scorched wings.
Traveling fast and light with nothing but Little Blue Bag is how I love to travel. And travel energizes me – invigorates me – makes me stronger. But traveling this fast means I sometimes fly a little too close to the sun. And getting back to a messy, sticky house and farm after being at…
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Flowers in Our Footsteps
A few Words with a little Wisdom. I am in the suburbs. With family – of course – and so far away from The Farmy that I have no animals to care for. There are three children here so of course there is housework and kid stuff. And I am travelling light without my laptop…
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San Francisco to Oakland to the Central Valley.
It is warm out here in California as I catch up with family across the state. While I am away MiL has gone to stay with another capable member of her family in another city. So everyone is taking a short break from caregiving. Hopefully that is successful because it is important for her minders…
The Kitchen's Garden 