Tag: life

• A Fat Farmy Day Drenched in Spray

  Mary’s Cat is being followed and bombed by barn swallows wherever she goes.  (Audrey close your eyes). Because these guys are about ready to take their first flights. They are so patient these little birds. Out-growing their nest and watching the milking from above twice a day.  Did I tell you that their nest is…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  July 17, 2012

  Bees, Life, Organic farming, Sustainable farming

  barn swallows, cats, fat pigs, fattening hogs, insecticide damage, life, pesticide damage

• Sitting in a laundry basket of wet washing – a story

  Yesterday my blog reading took me from one page to another and eventually led me to one of my own stories.  I am not sure what it illustrates or why it started to peck at the inside of my head until I wrote it out  but yesterday it became demanding so here you are.  This…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  July 13, 2012

  Life, Writing

  dealing with grief, grief, life, mother dying, writing

• Working alone on the Farmy is Never Lonely

  As you know I get up very early so that I can post today’s page around dawn every morning. The night before I will have embedded the best of that days shots into a post, jotted down a few rough ideas and after visiting as many of you as I can, I do the late…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  May 26, 2012

  Life, Living the life, Sustainable farming

  blogging, cows, life, loneliness, sheep, sustainable farming, working alone

• Kupa woos the ladies! A must see!

  Yesterday I emptied and cleaned the pig’s paddling pool and gave their whole pen a hose out. They were very helpful the entire time in a pushy piggy kind of way.  It was such a lovely sunny day that I felt bad for the peahens locked up in their enclosure, so I let them out.…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  May 9, 2012

  Life, Organic farming, Photography

  Barn, farm life, life, peacock display, peahens, pig, wool

• Because it’s right, not might or fright .. just right.

  My first real holiday job when I was 15 was cleaning in a private surgical hospital.  I wore a green nylon uniform, with two pockets and my school shoes. (We only had two pairs of shoes in those days and I could not wear netball boots to work.)  When you become a cleaner, secret doors…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  November 4, 2011

  Life, Writing

  being different, broom cupboards, cleaners, decisions, foreigners, life, private hospitals