Tag: The kitchen’s garden
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From the Left
From the Left: Lady Astor, Alex, Carlos the Tiny, Aunty Del. The summer herd. Small but good and hopefully productive. The Tall and the Short of it. No problems there at the moment. Sheila has been moved across to her house in the field. Happily I might add. Now that she is alone I can…
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The Northerly
In New Zealand a Northerly is a warm wind. Out here in America a Northerly is exactly the opposite. COLD! I won’t tell you how long it has taken me to get used to that. And yesterday The Northerly wind blew rain right through thebarn and into everyones faces. I still opened all the barn doors…
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Pacing
Yesterday I swung from one task to the next, achieving nothing, starting stuff and then wandering in another direction and finding myself doing something completely different. Trying to restart the first one again then discovering task number three or four. I left the water running into the sink and forgot to put the water on…
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Flying Turkeys
Did you know – well, who knew – turkeys fly? They sure love to be all over the roof of my house, but they talk nicely. Though they do not like to be separated. If they are seperated they cry and pace. Then they will fly. Fly across to their family. Is that why I love…
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A Dot on the Horizon
Do you see that Little Dot on the Horizon? It could be a box, or a bag or a bucket blown in the wind but no -That is Tima. Looking back to the house she is This far from home. Searching the fields for that one little forgotton kernel of corn. It took the dogs…
The Kitchen's Garden 