Happy Christmas, lovely folk
I hope you have a restful, peaceful and happy Christmas day, whatever it means for you at your place. We had our long-held family tradition
I hope you have a restful, peaceful and happy Christmas day, whatever it means for you at your place. We had our long-held family tradition
On the south coast we start picking coffee in December. I say "we" but I have yet to drop a bean in a bucket this
We've moved our laying flock from our acre block over to the farm. Very exciting for us, not so much for poor Casanova left behind
Lovely folk, it's so lovely to see you this Wednesday before Christmas. I have no slice, I'm afraid. Next week. Here's hoping. For someone
You know you're a bit saturated in northern hemisphere culture when your Australian kids ask whether it really is Christmas time, like, where's the
Tomorrow morning, starting out at 4.30am with a farming friend who also raises chickens, I'm going to my first abattoir. With my meat chickens
Making: homemade butter homemade bread homemade yoghurt and my new experiment: homemade buttermilk. Happy happy happy. Hope you've had a weekend of happy too.
One of the weird things about blogs are the way they are only a small part of a bloggers world. You get a glimpse,
I broke a fence today. (Actually it wasn't today – this is a post I drafted earlier this week before the week got sidetracked, but
For someone that talks a lot about food it might surprise you that I have a lot of trouble feeding my middle child. I was