Tag: The kitchen’s garden
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Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig
Back to the farm, the animals and ordinary old gardening and housework. Why is it that a drill always appears on the table when I am gone. Boo will not let me out of his sight now that I am home. He has picked up a few bad habits while you and I were not…
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A horse is a horse – of course, of course …
The horse riding was as torturous as expected, due to lack of padding between my bony bottom and the saddle. But the horses were fat and happy. We rode for two hours through dense and stunning Canadian forest. We walked single file one horse following the other at a rolling sailor’s plod, the saddles were…
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No horsies today, all lost and gone away
The horses were all booked out, so we postponed and went for another punishing walk.. as high as we could bear, which was not very much higher in the scheme of things, to a little reservoir lake. Then we had a picnic with crostini and olive tapanade and pan fried local steak cut into paper…
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Tracking is Hell
Yesterday morning at 9 am I was standing outside the FedEx depot door when it opened, (it is a hundred mile round trip.) I did all that was necessary to have it shipped, including paying with an arm and a leg. I handed my precious envelope to a surly lady behind the computer. Explained that…
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Piglets set free and our trip is in jeopardy
The piglets have created a creep of their own under a door and into a lovely sheltered pen, their favourite game is to lie right down and roll with their legs tucked in under the door, scamper, then reappear under the door rolling over and over. You need to go outside, I said. So with…
The Kitchen's Garden 