Category: Life
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A Peacock Train
I was up in the peacock palace yesterday to take photographs of Mr Flowers and his train. There is a particular sound he makes when he lifts his tail feathers up to tantalise the ladies so if you follow that sound you are pretty likely to see his display. Unless of course there is a…
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Resolute
I am SO looking forward to milking. Homegrown milk is the wheel that houses our spokes. Almost all the animals will drink her milk. including me. And all those wonderful things we make with the milk and cream. Oh cream! It’s been too long. But still we wait. All of us. Her milk will feed us…
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This is my Job
Farming these acres is my job. A job I chose. A job I chose and grew to love. Being a woman farmer is what I am all about. A woman who farms not a farmers wife. I am the farmer. The grower of food. And I am still a relatively young woman. In the peak of her…
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Under the weather
I am. Feeling a little under the weather. That is a peculiar expression. “Under the Weather”. But it is how I feel. This endless gray rainy cold weather. I am under it. So I took an extra half hour of sleep for myself in my warm bed under my Australian wool duvet but the…
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Pouring Up
Someone has a milk mustache. I once nursed a very old lady called Maisy. I was very young – in my teens – dressed all in white, working in an old folks home. She was very old, round with sparse white comb over hair and wore green nightgowns. I always thought she looked a…
The Kitchen's Garden 