Category: Life
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The Gold of “Good Job”
Today is the last big farm to table lunch of the season. And I am exhausted by my struggle with the knowledge of the departure of Fourth Son and his family tomorrow. Packing the memories in tight. It is misty this morning. The corn so high we are cocooned. Castled with no windows. We…
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On the verandah
Sitting on the verandah – with coffee in the morning – shucking the speckled corn so it can dry just a little further before we grind it into flour. This is one of the Indian corns an old heirloom corn, so I will be saving plenty of seeds too. It grew deep in my vegetable…
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On the way
My visitors are in the air and on the way here. So I may be in tomorrow morning – I may not. I may have a headache or be too excited to sleep and am up early talking to you or still talking to them. Who knows. One thing I know is that I had…
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The gangs all here
Aunty Del has come back to the home paddocks. She very happily leapt up into the stock trailer and I drove her over from the West Farm. I missed her. She brought Lady Astor’s bobby with her. She spent quite a bit of time leaning over the fence watching Wai the litte rescue potbelly waddle…
The Kitchen's Garden 