# sunflowers in the chicken yard # cows eating leaves # diligent mother hens # handsome fathers # new raised garden

This pig is, in fact, pink. Usually. Except when there's an approaching heatwave and Adam (who loves his pigs) decides to manufacture a mud bath

  I grew up in a volunteer rural fire service family.  Where Dad would be just as likely as not to get called out in

It's been AGES since I posted a bikkie recipe here! I guess there was always the chance it was something that might make it into

First I want to thank you for all the gorgeous comments on my last post. I appreciate every one of them. I didn't actually intend

  Dear lovely people, hello! As you know, if you've hung around here much, I'm naturally very optimistic. Also pretty positive. Which is why, I

  Life gives us lemons. LOTS of lemons. We love them. We regularly thank Mum and Dad for planting the tree thirty years ago, and

I have a thing about Dark Barred Plymouth Rocks. Adam calls them my bourgeois chickens. (He's very rude.) I think they are particularly pretty. Anyway,

  Homemade pasta and homemade pesto, fast food? Is she smoking sandalwood, damn hippy homesteader? Obviously has too much time to poke around in gardens

    Ad's not going to like this post. He's a modest man, and it's hard to even get a photo of him at the

    Have you been on the farm this last week or so? Yeah me either. Been bakin' my little head off. Turns out people