Stephen of House Kragbol is our resident possum sniper. Many’s the evening he’s ventured out with his headlamp and rifle, while the rest of us tender-hearted snowflakes lurk inside, grateful that someone else is doing what needs to be done.… Continue Reading
The fig post generated a bit of a fig-fueled frenzy of correspondence. Darling Mira sent me this photo taken last weekend. She was at the farmlet with her son and daughter-in-law who are visiting NZ from Belgrade. We all ate… Continue Reading
We are sharing our crop with fantails, bees, and our chickens. Accessing figs is a great chicken exercise opportunity as they spring into the air to peck at just-above-chicken-height fruit. It’s as well we have more than one fig tree. Plenty… Continue Reading
Hello, how are you doing out there after the excesses of the festive season? If you’re at the stage where finishing off that last box of chocolates has started to feel like something to cross off the to-do list, you’re probably ready for… Continue Reading
You know how I jokingly said I might have missed a fruit tree off the farmlet list? Well, it actually happened. I recently discovered a previously uncatalogued tree. I know… You’re wondering how I could possibly not have noticed it before, seeing… Continue Reading
I feel unusually organised. Not because I’ve finished unpacking (heck no!), but because I’ve just placed my order for the fruit trees we will plant over winter. The voucher was given to me about this time last year by my lovely workmates (now ex-workmates, but still dear friends). At the time… Continue Reading
