A strange bloody story.
This morning’s pictures are so much more beautiful that I thought I would show you those instead of yesterdays paltry offerings.
Don’t eat yellow snow. Just sayin’.
Mr Flowers glowers down from his perch in the barn.
I was taking photographs of the Kitchens Garden Retreat yesterday. My little airbnb apartment. I have guests coming in today, so while it looked so pretty, I thought I would take some shots and update the site. I don’t mind if you have a look too….
Last night Tane disappeared into the dark. I was on the phone talking to the airlines looking out the window. And as I talked I watched the poor old hobbly pig walk out in the gathering dark – the wrong way.
AUNTY’S BROWN RICE SALAD A great salad – the trick to this salad is adding the soy sauce and onions to the hot brown rice and letting them steam and soak and cool together. My sister first introduced this to me at New Years…
The first thing I do every day – even before I sit down to write to you, my friends – is I check the weather. As kids, when the radio man read the weather forecast woe betide anyone who spoke or rattled pots or slammed…
In the night when the dogs and I were out in the dark- they were watching me catch roosters – the moon was so bright we had shadows. Moon shadows.
I had a chicken catcher visit yesterday. A young man who spent a couple of hours sneaking up on the runaway chickens catching them and returning them to the chicken coop. So to date there is only one (or maybe two) still wandering about…