Category: Life
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A perfect housekeeper is my pig.
Every evening before bed-time Sheila has a little routine. I am allowed to place her clean straw on top of the old straw and she carefully tears it apart and pushes it this way and that until he has a nice high soft bed. She spends some time getting it just right before she settles…
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Last cut of hay for the season.
And pumpkins for cows. Now that people are throwing out the pumpkins that they have had on their doorsteps for Halloween, Daisy gets to eat them. Queenie too if Daisy does not get there first. Now that the alfalfa has stopped growing, and finished storing all the goodies into its roots for the spring growth,…
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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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The lack of chatter in the box
I discovered an interesting thing about myself while I was away. Maybe I knew it along. Have you ever worked in an old fashioned darkroom. With film, good old fashioned honest film. You expose your image with a light projector through the negative and onto the photo paper, then in your dark room you slide…
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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…
The Kitchen's Garden 