When I went to bed last night it was 4F (minus 15 celcius) – now, I know for you people up in the mountains to the north this is not too cold but for me here on the plains of Illinois this is bloody… Continue Reading “ALTERNATING UNIVERSES”
All around me. In all four cardinal directions – but nothing to do with the sins – the wheat is sprouting. Struck. Rising up! Wheat is a hardy grass. Some varieties are sown just before the cold really hits yet are strong enough to… Continue Reading “RISING UP”
You would think, and I did as I scaled the side of the stock trailer and pulled myself up onto its roof, that this cloud would bring destructive weather to the farm. It looked so full of doom. But it did not. The long … Continue Reading “THE DOOM CLOUD”
HOME again, home again. Jiggedy Jig.
We have sun. A sea change. A striking change. A sun change ” … into something rich and strange.” A sunny day. Not a warm day particularly. But after such a gray and dark winter – the appearance of sun leaves us gasping with delight.
As I write in New Zealand in an overcast 17C/62F, John is going out to milk the cow in Ilinois in -17F (-21C). not good. So far all is well. They are all alive at least. But cold, cold.
Jake could best be described as my closest friend and good food soulmate here in America. He has his own huge gardens selling vegetables and eggs to Chicago, is developing a farm to table restaurant and also, above the restaurant ,has an airbnb. Last night… Continue Reading “A PRETEND PARTY AT JAKES”
I will be back tomorrow. Yesterday was wild and crazy and we got through it all with bad Poppy breaking out of everything. Everyone having to be moved about so she could be relocated to a more secure space. She is deeply unimpressed. Pat is here.… Continue Reading “Tomorrow”
Dawn across the sea of snow. Marcel is doing very well. By yesterday afternoon he was following me about the kitchen. Boo Nanny is having to adjust to her lambie rising up and standing and being almost a tall as his Nanny. Boo is… Continue Reading “Boo will have to mind the baby today, it will be a busy one.”
And here we are back on the farmy. After an uneventful and long, long couple of flights to Chicago from Auckland, I was whisked away from the madding crowds of airport people, with all its suspicion and controlled chaos and driven back to the… Continue Reading “Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig.”