PINK is such a hard sounding word for such a soft light. Pink is clipped and final in its execution. Dusky is a better word. Though dusky has more gray in it.
And that is all. Just Speed.
That about sums it up.
Speed is of the essence at the end of the day. The days are folding back into themselves way too early – I start work in the dark but prefer not to finish work in the dark. But am always caught out. Trying… Continue Reading “NO GlOOM”
“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life”. Lord Byron
Now that Alissa is gone and the woofing is finished I have to do all the dishes by myself! Dammit -I forgot about that. There is quite a bit of blood in Lady Astors milk now – whatever the trauma was to her udder… Continue Reading “The Dishes”
The hay is not in yet. We had threats of storms all day long yesterday and it takes a good hour for the hay man to get here in his tractor and I pay him by the hour plus the hay just was not… Continue Reading “Today for hay?”
Poor Aunty Del cannot quite understand why she is not allowed in the milking room eve-ery morning. She leans her head over the door and looks quite perplexed watching her friend Astor loudly munch her GM free treats while being milked. Molly broke through… Continue Reading “Aunty Del”
Eating only what you grow can sometimes get a little boring because at some times of the year only a few things are growing – but not at this time of year. This time of year we have a medley of vegetables in the… Continue Reading “Baba Ganoush”