It’s getting just a touch cooler. On Monday I lit the log burner in the evening for the first time in ages and today the chimney sweep is coming so we can finally get the living room fire going. Of logs, post Storm Arwen, there is a superabundance but I do rather miss the FinancialContinue reading “Kindling”
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From our hedgerow correspondent..
As avid readers (Sue this is you!) will now know I am stuck indoors, on this loveliest of days, with my feet up and my ankle gently reheating a bag of frozen peas. I have therefore decided to make a virtue of necessity and bring my hedgerow reportage up to date. In short, (and ideallyContinue reading “From our hedgerow correspondent..”
Underground overground
The frost has melted these last three days and the tracks have softened to a thick, clinging mud. Lyra returns from every walk utterly filthy. We gave her a shower and blow dry a couple of days ago (not enthusiastically received) but by lunchtime the next day she was again sporting a fine mud pack.Continue reading “Underground overground”
In the deep freeze
We are still having alternate days of hard frost and then partial thaw. The roads around the back are like a skating rink. Water is running off the fields on the thaw days then freezing overnight. Lyra is learning much about ice and frost on our walks. She is most intrigued by the concept ofContinue reading “In the deep freeze”
Once more with feeling
Christmastide is nearly over. (It is not truly over until all the new Christmas socks and knickers have been worn, the last of the Christmas cake munched and the final, loathsome, soft centres consumed or binned – we still have a way to go on these fronts). The tree has, however, been wrestled outside leavingContinue reading “Once more with feeling”
Gourmet Sunday #2
Yesterday was my second turn in the “Gourmet Sunday” slot. The boys were heading off to do a friend’s garden so Lyra and I would be left to let the day develop. I was up with the lark (or by 10 past 8 at any rate) and had two loads of washing on, Saturday night’sContinue reading “Gourmet Sunday #2”
The wisdom of coos
The morning starts late. The sun is already up and we are having a coffee in bed. I am exempt from dog walking as Lachlan’s lecturer is off sick. Something black moving in the corner of the window catches my eye. It is a butterfly. I sip my coffee and resist the urge to springContinue reading “The wisdom of coos”
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