Category: Farming
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The Last Time
Last night I milked Lady Astor, the house cow, for the last time this season. She does not know it yet because she is a cow and though invited to the meeting of me and … um … ‘me’ to discuss the future of her milking season – she had nothing to say other than “What…
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The List
Today I intend to compile your AMAZING list of books. Yesterday evening strong winds and rain from the South were forecast so after the milking Hugo and I closed up the barn, replaced spent light-bulbs, made softer and deeper beds for the pigs and calves, and led the big cows in under the trees with hay…
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An open world
Imagine if we could travel the world and stay as long as we wanted in any country we chose to stay in. Just forget about a calendar, and politics and wander across borders and through towns and out into the wild. No paperwork or begging to stay. It seems that passports came into being around…
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A Dot on the Horizon
Do you see that Little Dot on the Horizon? It could be a box, or a bag or a bucket blown in the wind but no -That is Tima. Looking back to the house she is This far from home. Searching the fields for that one little forgotton kernel of corn. It took the dogs…
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while miss c slept
(photograph courtesy of Hugo Photographic Productions – he said I looked like a beautiful baby) The turkeys and the cats and the dogs. Waited. It rained all day. I did not mean to go to sleep. It just happened. The fire was burning, everyone was safe and fed but not necessarily dry and no turkeys…
The Kitchen's Garden 