Category: Farming
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A different angle
My Dad gave me my first camera when I was 6, then he gave me a very good camera to work with when I was 12, that was the Leica, then we went through the Pentax period and finally I rested my eyes on the Nikons. Though for my birthday one year my Dad sent…
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Rain on the hay – my language could be stronger…
This year, every time we cut the hay it rained. This time it rained then it snowed then it dried beautifully. My friend and I walked out to the hay makers field before lunch yesterday. She had come down to help me with the winterizing. Lunch would be pumpkin soup made with pears and lemon…
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A wee dollop of sweetness
Marmalade was a busy little kitten yesterday. He is a natural performer. And with all the animals I had to show the children yesterday, this wee kitten was the one who pocketed hearts in all directions. Later, Sunday being Sunday, the dogs and I went for a long walk. Then it being Sunday still, there…
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Failed fudge. Failed Soap. Ah well, there is always tomorrow.
We don’t see Lulu often. But she is always there. Watching. Just like us. Yesterdays comments were so refreshing. You are all wonderful. Here we were (well I was) thinking that our contentment in solitude was in fact ‘Anti Social’ when in fact we are all good and fine and normal little Fellowship hermits in…
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Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig.
I know. I know, I say that all the time. But it is true. Who does not want to do a Jig when you are finally delivered back Home. Home again, Home again. Jiggedy – Jig! Home. Our favourite destination. Though, like all Immigrants and I am one, as are many of the Fellowship, we…
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