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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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: 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 townie and this farming idea is […]

the beekeeper

By |April 8th, 2014|


I am not the beekeeper of this operation. Adam is.
I've never really been particularly interested in bees, they were always Dad's gig, and that whole bee suit thing was kind of alarming.
When we started talking about moving back down here to the farm, Dad asked if we wanted to take over his hives. We fart-arsed around […]


By |August 5th, 2013|

Well hello! It feels like a year since I've been around here. A year's worth of stuff has whizzed by, surely. Phonecalls, emails, planning planting weeding baking school-run laundry market after market, biscuit after biscuit and then one afternoon I answer my phone and it's the NSW Food Authority telling me they've found my whole-egg […]

it’s a good day for….

By |July 8th, 2013|


… chilling out after a big weekend of markets (Berry! Wonderful! Have I told you how much I love doing produce markets?!)
… being on school holidays
… catching up with lovely friends we haven't seen for ages

… penning in the roosters, ready for their one bad day tomorrow. Fourteen! Fourteen lovely Plymouth Rock roosters, that's too […]

sixth generation farmer

By |May 19th, 2013|

We had a cracker of a weekend, highlighted by an out-of-the-park record breaking market day yesterday. Out of the park. 
We're overwhelmed by the support we receive locally and further afield, and were humbled by the droves of people that showed up yesterday and bought our pork, and chicken, and honey, and egg custard and liver […]

sheds and stuff

By |April 30th, 2013|

Every farm has sheds. Sheds that are full of stuff because as any farmer will tell you, you can't throw anything away. There is some significant hoarding going on round here. Fence posts in piles, insulators, bath tubs, old egg crates. You never know when you'll need them again. 


When I started the bikkie business I […]

the organic market garden

By |April 29th, 2013|


It was only three days ago that I suggested to Ad that we Roundup the organic market garden. (How's that for full disclosure? No one's perfect. Least of all round here.)
We'd started so well. The pigs went in last Autumn. They dug it up beautifully. Then there was a delay in the completion of their […]

part of something

By |April 23rd, 2013|


You know we've been kicking along here on the farm for a year, running the market stall for six months ahead of that. We're having a good go at figuring it out, making a living farming on a very small acreage, rather than just homesteading and living sustainably which frankly would be cheaper. 
A lovely lady […]