Tag: gardening

Wild Flower Garden

The wild flowers have begun to get all blowsy and over blown – going to seed  – with traces of last nights makeup and tired feet from dancing.  My plan was to fence it off and put the cows in there but I am…

A Beautiful Bottom

I don’t mean these bottoms, though there is a lot to be said for a nice round fluffy chicken bottom. And I won’t say chicks bottom because I don’t want to give the search engines the wrong impression.  I mean this bottom. (Below)  Wai…

On the verandah

Sitting on the verandah – with coffee in the morning – shucking the speckled corn so it can dry just a little further before we grind it into flour.  This is one of the Indian corns an old heirloom corn,  so I will be…

Making Ravioli

Yesterday Chicago John drove down from the city to help us make ravioli for the freezer. This is an old family tradition and he came armed with the filling and the flour, his rollers and molds. Everything we needed. My chickens supplied the eggs…

Life’s criss cross

As long as it does not roll its criss cross over me!! The gardens are full. We go out picking for our dinner every evenng. Alissa is good at this. Foraging.   Wai slept under his sheet just a bit more than usual yesterday….

Sunday from Monday

And today being Monday  we look back on Sunday which was a gloriously sunny gardening day until the clouds rolled in and it rained buckets again.  So far this summer we have had torrential downpours every week.  Sometimes two or three a week.  …

The wide shot, work in progress

The North Chef’s Garden is coming along nicely. In fact I am feeling quite proud of what we have accomplished in there. Let’s hope the produce sells! Lots more to be done yet though. In the next few days we will plant 60 lavender…

Tane, the miracle boar

You will remember that for almost a year now Tane has not been able to walk very well. During last winter he slowed down so badly, that I was asked on a number of occasions whether it would not be kinder to put him…

Eight and Nine

Catching up. Poppy’s nine are weaned. The fat little savages. The little piglet with the ripped hoof has become un-findable – she is running just as fast as all the rest and doing fine so I have stopped worrying about her. They are all…

Wicked

Must have been very wicked in a past life. Because there is no rest for the wicked and that cow bellowed half the night. I have no idea why.  Her calf was with her. But still she mooed. Disturbing everyone’s rest. Though she is…