I've been looking at these seed potatoes for weeks now. I searched high and low for Purple Majesty this year, I was ON A MISSION. Absolute dedication. I've heard all about them.…
Today was a cracker. It was gloriously Spring, although of course it's not yet, and the activity in the beehives is high and the paddocks are filling with chickens. We had a visit from Fea…
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 aft…
Last spring, a lovely man that Adam was doing some farm contracting work for gave us a few ginger roots to plant. Exciting! I spoke to a friend of Mum and Dad's, David, who successfully grew it ev…
… 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…
Hello! Hello, JULY! Jeepers. Sometimes it feels like a rush from market to meeting to garden to kitchen and suddenly it's school pick up again. Really? It's really three o'cl…
We're incredibly lucky with such a mild climate that we can keep growing things alive and harvesting around here throughout winter and without cold frames or greenhouses. (Although a greenhouse is…
Milton is very, very pretty. And what a fun idea an annual scarecrow festival is. We swung down there with a picnic and a carefree day and FAR OUT those scarecrows were SCARY!! …
So if you follow us on Facebook you know we got washed out of the Berry market last Sunday, and put up a notice saying we were trading out of a garage on the farm instead. We had a minor…
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 furth…
On Tuesday I posted a photo to Facebook. This one: I rabbited on about how we love Joel Salatin but we don't love his poultry pens that he recommends for meat birds because they are too ca…
We'll need a trip to Auntie Narelle and the return of my Dad to fact-check this, but I'm pretty certain this is it. This is the champion sponge. It's incredibly light, it's got…
Our little lemon cakes packed and ready to go out the door to Greenbox customers tomorrow. The first of many, MANY cupcakes coming out of our kitchen this week for a Mother's Day order! Hap…
How much do you love garlic? I love it in so many ways. Roasted whole. Sizzling in olive oil alongside onion. Rubbed on toasted sourdough. As the background kick in a delicious pesto. Garlic i…
My Grandma on my Dad's side was a champion sponge cake maker. Not a Royal Easter Show-type champion, but a Berry Show regular First. A sponge beloved by all who ate it. And remembered today, for h…
This weekend I talked to the chickens made biscuits that weren't for sale (my apologies if you looked for us at Berry Markets, we'll be back next month) got a babysitter and went out for dinne…
Not being overwhelmed by waist-high weeds in the future market garden paddock. Not being overwhelmed at all. (And no Roundup in sight. Never, ever to be mentioned again.) Joining in with Soule…
I mentioned earlier this year on Australia Day, that my Dad was awarded an OAM, an Order of Australia Medal for his community service in the Rural Fire Service over fifty years. Today was the d…
I've had a mixed relationship with sourdough. It started well, with a from-scratch starter and passable loaves. For a while it completely replaced yeasted bread around here. Then I …
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,…
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 start…