By the end of Autumn John usually has the glass house planted and producing but this year there have been interruptions to some of the familial rhythms. So I decided to take the bull by the horns and plant a wild card garden.
SQUARE POTS? MADNESS!
While we forked hay up into my hay wagon and dragged the trailer up to the corridor paddock to make the hay into a haystack… A very rough looking beginning to the haystack but it will do. The grass had been down too… Continue Reading “Wai’s eyes”
Our Scotman has arrived on a plane and now we have a full complement of workers. Last night he and the girls all went for a walk after dinner – I think they are going to get along just fine. Wai the rescue potbelly… Continue Reading “The Flying Scots-Man”
Every time right? Every calf finds its way into the boot of this car. It was not hot or anything yesterday but still the cows found the shade and stood about gossiping. And the pigs took to their wallows. The skin on Wai’s neck… Continue Reading “Calf in Car”
My sister wrote to me again yesterday – she is a nurse and like you is following Wai’s recovery closely. She trained to be a nurse in a period before modern computer based diagnostics and many of their procedures were based on common sense… Continue Reading “Fitness for wounded bodies”
I should dig this up and divide it but who has time for things like that. There really is very little time for gardening when there is so much to be done on the farm and The Armadillo and all his skin protocols takes… Continue Reading “Divide-ing time”
The new wild gardens down the back are about to burst out in full bloom The most dramatic being the sunflowers. I have the list of seeds somewhere I must find it for you. I will leave it in the comments later this morning. … Continue Reading “The new wild gardens”
Kind of. I gave myself a wee sleep in this morning – until 6.30 – which meant I slept through my writing time but I knew you would not mind. Here is yesterday. And this morning as Boo and Ton and I drove along… Continue Reading “Lazy Saturday”
We are now all free to carry on with our lives. And we will incorporate the fat little potbelly into the life of the farmy where he will live happily ever after. Though still in a lot of pain it looks like he is… Continue Reading “A for a work in progress”