Better than Gravybones

I have established that there are some things Lyra likes more than gravy bones (her dog treat of choice). Usually any wandering off or other errant activity can be interrupted, and order restored, by bellowing loudly “Baby puppy, gravy bones” (and producing said treat). Over the last few walks, however, we established the limits ofContinue reading “Better than Gravybones”

A glorious slitter

There has been a lot of “making and doing” the last week. Lachlan has elevated the pizza manufacture to new heights and with the veg garden kicking into full swing, we had our own courgettes and spinach in this week’s two “specials” (courgette and lemon and Fiorentina). I have been beavering away with the roseContinue reading “A glorious slitter”

The fruits of labour (or labour of fruits?)

Every morning there is something to collect from the garden. The wind and rain made the pinks flop over the path and the self sown marigolds are past their best but still sending out the odd bloom, so these were picked to cheer up the kitchen. Who says orange and magenta don’t go??. Deadheading theContinue reading “The fruits of labour (or labour of fruits?)”