That’s all I’ve got. One little fat pig who looks like a topographical map of the world and his rooster. And often I have a plethora of images, though plethora – with its bloody connotations – might not be the perfect word. Surfeit –…
In a Fine Dawn
Well, thankfully the thunder and lightning and wild storms never came yesterday, all we had was a bit of dark drizzle so I let Aunty Del and her leggy calf out into a sopping afternoon for a stroll.
Right this minute – it is 5.23am -it is 53F/11C, really warm. And wet, sopping all over, really wet, wet air and wet ground and wet all around. I can hear water dripping off the eaves into the gardens and the water barrel.
WAI LOVES PUMPKIN
all over my face
Broke the barn door.
The Kitchen Garden Retreat on Airbnb is toddling along quite nicely. I have guests expected today so it is all set up and looking so beautiful. I will bake bread and leave a loaf on the counter and a small bottle of fresh milk…