Category: Living the life
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Back to the Country
Travelling back from Portland to Chicago I found myself in a melancholy mood. My voice packed away with my makeup. My city face dissolving back into relief. Dragging my bag like a heavy weary dog with leaden feet on a short leash. Bumping at my ankles – shambling along behind me. I loved standing in front…
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While we were talking
As I spoke for Press Publish in Portland, Oregon. In the most beautiful hotel. Telling them our stories – about you and me and our animals. This man slept. Outside my window. And what a triumph we were. I told them the story of you and me. And these people understood. But still this man slept. Unmoved.…
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Off again
I leave at lunchtime today. No, you are not coming Tima. Put those dogs down and behave yourself. So I will do a fast change after the lunchtime baby feeding and off we go. You and I – to Portland Oregon. I have never been to that part of the country before so I am looking forward…
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You Saw it Here
PAN. In my barn. Though Pan has a pretty bad reputation around goats. So I told Freya to watch out for herself. But she didn’t listen. Too funny really. Lets look at that again. I am still laughing. Freya looks so intent. Marmalade playing with her kitten. The girls come in for dinner. Look at…
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Easterly
The Easterly is my least favourite wind, our prevailing wind is the Sou’ wester. All the trees bend that way, so the sleeping arrangements in the barn have (like the trees) evolved as shelters bending to shield themselves from this wind. When a cold Easterly comes flying in with snow and rain on its back…
The Kitchen's Garden 