Well I was woken on my sleep in morning to pouring rain and thunder and lightening the inability to sleep past 5am. I opened the thunder door ( the the basement ) for the terrified dogs and went back to bed.
This morning. The birds and the crickets make a morning chorus for the dawn. Dense with sound. When I see a dawn like this bright magenta through the fog, I hope my guests are awake to see it.
The hogs down the back are getting big.
I overslept a bit but these photos are for you.
No, I am not going to talk politics. This is the real manure. We have lots of it.
Wai has the strangest shape due to his burns as though he is two pigs in the same body. He is so weighty in the front and then much slimmer in the back Even though he is on a strict diet, but he is…
Where do they all come from. This endless succession of Saturday’s. I have found a surprise for you.
From reading to writing my blog. The phone has my notes, my contacts, my connections to my family, my friends, my work. How did everything manage to download itself from my brain to my phone.
I used to have beautiful gardens. I must have spent a fortune on flowers. Pulling weeds and making everything neat and tidy.
Merciful heavens how did that happen. Things will be quiet at the mill these next few days with Jill the Miller away on vacation. The skies are so clear and beautiful – no filters or additions necessary! J Tiny meat pies for dinner- with…