Category: Photography

We lit the fire.

I have bits of half eaten pizza all over the counter after the family took their bites and left but the bread dough is still proofing. I have this theory about extending the period between adding the levain ( or yeast) and adding the… Continue Reading “We lit the fire.”


I don’t really know why I wrote Wind in the heading as there is none this morning. In fact, living in the depths of the Mill 12 hours a day I cannot even really comment on whether we have had a lot of wind… Continue Reading “Wind”

Sitting in Bed

Writing to you. I have reverted to an old habit of taking toast and coffee back to bed with me on a Saturday morning. I don’t go in to the mill ’til 10am on a Saturday morning so to just sit in my bed… Continue Reading “Sitting in Bed”

Summery Sunday

We had a sweet little Sunday morning, today. The sun was in and out and the temperature was perfect. We brought the cows back from across the way. The whole herd. Well – all five of them. John will work on the fences over… Continue Reading “Summery Sunday”

A rainy Sunday

When it rains I naturally turn towards the kitchen . This are the chickens when I let them out yesterday – apparently the ducks pond has nicer water! Ooo. Yesterday – I also shifted The Four from one field to another. Pigs shift very… Continue Reading “A rainy Sunday”

Stunning Day!

The pond is not quite finished but it has been filled and is circulating as a trial. It really is awfully pretty. My big black cow Tia has been sent to a bull to be bred – Aunty stayed home, much to her disappointment,… Continue Reading “Stunning Day!”

In Bed

I have decided this morning to quite simply lie in bed and do this mornings work here. It is a still and overcast morning after a night of gentle steady rain. Maybe it is going to be hot – I don’t know. After a… Continue Reading “In Bed”


Not a lot happening on the farm on this mid- summer weekend. The weather is hot and drier lately so John has been baling the straw left over from the wheat crop. As the cover crop of clover begins to take off, I think… Continue Reading “MUCH BETTER”

Too Hard To Say

Sheila lost the use of her back legs three days ago. I tried and tried to get her to stand but she could not. All through the night we talked about things, out there in the straw, as Poppy slept on. Sheila was sitting… Continue Reading “Too Hard To Say”


The wheat has been harvested and my fields have lost their romance. The wheat has gone. It was here – so beautiful and now harvested and collected and gone to be tested for all manner of things before the women at the Mill turn… Continue Reading “Endings”