A good friend suggested that last post was a lament. Not intentionally. That's the weird thing about blogging, a post is often a static moment

I totally signed up for the simple life.  The living on the farm, living more sustainably, with a smaller ecological footprint, and feeding our family

Thanks for all your heartfelt words of encouragement for our little farm business, and I'm sending Ginger Twirlys to Umatji.  I'll be in touch to

    And no, I don't mean melting down milk chocolate and pouring it into moulds! I mean: make it from scratch! The first thing

I seem to have forgotten how to take a picture. Or maybe where my camera is. Yesterday's photos were all from my iPhone (you could

  I was at a friend's farm today collecting milk when I spotted AN ENORMOUS CLUMP OF NETTLES!  Oh yes. After all these years of

According to Inner Pickle I planted potatoes around mid May. I really need a garden journal that is a tad more specific. Note to self.

  A slice for Wednesday, made by Adam, enjoyed on Thursday. A vanilla slice. This one. Pudding-y, velvety and with that tangy passionfruit icing. Small

I apologise. In the old days, while I spent the majority of my time hanging out with two small people not at school, I dreamt

  So I had all these apples… I stewed up one of the two boxes into my first "canned" apple sauce. Made in Ball Mason jars