over here we are…
… leaving the hats and the suncream at the back door. … admiring the coffee trees, and the cherries turning bright red, almost ready for
… leaving the hats and the suncream at the back door. … admiring the coffee trees, and the cherries turning bright red, almost ready for
Instead of a Sunday Night Rewind this week, I thought I'd share a little video I made on my phone this afternoon. Happy Sundaying, lovely
I've driven past this farm produce sign dozens of times without stopping. Often it was closed. More often I was on the wrong side of
Why did I not think of making biscuits as a career, like, ages ago? SO. MUCH. FUN. I love love love market day. And we
Is it just me or do they do things differently in the country? I like to say 'they' as if I'm other, not related
Adam was talking to me earlier this week and randomly threw the word biscuit into the (one-sided) conversation. I said "huh?" and he said "aHA!
The men in my life love a shed. I get the whole retreat thing. I get it. Farmers though, they're not really retreating. They're storing.
Hello! I feel like I've only been dropping in here lately, not wrapping my arms round this space like I usually do. (I love hanging