It happened today! The first swim of the new season. Executed with style, and the speed of a woman outrunning hypothermia, by Daredevil Deborah. A conversation about the possibility of swimming started this morning while farmlet residents were tending a… Continue Reading
I’ve subjected you to a few rather longwinded blog posts recently. So here, by way of a palate cleanser, is a pictorial essay I’m calling ‘The Farmlet in Winter’. Well that was winter. I have a couple more muddy tales… Continue Reading
As promised, this is the story of how I sort of accidentally bought a tiny house on Trade Me, and how the Forbearing Husband and I moved from it Waipu to the farmlet. What, you’ve never accidentally bought a $23,000… Continue Reading
I’ve just finished a full weekend of weeding**, which has reminded me that before relocating to ‘the land’ I would have been wise to buy shares in a garden glove company. I can’t count the number of pairs I’ve worn… Continue Reading
After raining most of yesterday, it continued to rain all through last night. Not just a gentle sprinkling either, rather the sort of torrential rain you wouldn’t believe could possibly keep bucketing down hour after hour. Early this morning Stephen… Continue Reading
Last year I was an amateur swat-a-holic. This year I’ve moved my game up a notch or two. Behold my professional-level fly swat. I found it in New World on Willis Street during last year’s winter Wellington trip. It was languishing… Continue Reading
One of the things I appreciate about living on the farmlet is all the resource on my doorstep. Need a Christmas tree? No problem, head out to The Strip and chainsaw down one of the stunted pines on the west boundary. Biomass… Continue Reading
When Paul the-farmer-down-the-lane asked whether we could accommodate his 23 calves for a week we were happy to oblige. After the recent wet summer we have grass to spare, and calves make for adorable paddock ornaments don’t you think? Then,… Continue Reading
We had a bonfire.
How is it that tiny baby snails are cute, while tiny baby slugs are not? This mini-muncher was sleeping in the broccoli I brought in from the garden for dinner last night. Overcome by sentimentality I relocated hir* to the… Continue Reading
