It turns out that a big factor in the art of farming is keeping animals in somewhere (their paddock, pen, run) or out of somewhere else (the veggie garden, the fruit trees, some other animal’s paddock, the neighbour’s rabbit hutch).… Continue Reading
Remember when we built a bridge?
Here we are in autumn again. The nights are getting nippier and the ponies are getting fluffier. Summer grows a coat that is plush like a teddy bear. Bonnie just goes all Hairy Maclary on us. In the garden our summer veggie and fruit… Continue Reading
This evening I rode Summer for the first time since our move to the farmlet. A combination of my absence due to Auckland commitments, winter weather, and eventually just sheer nerves (OMG, can I even remember how to ride?), has had one… Continue Reading
It’s been a while, and I’m still not quite done with that plastering, so here’s a little pony tale for you in the meantime. Spring is a time of year that those of us responsible for grooming horses approach with heavy hearts. It’s the… Continue Reading
We woke up this morning to the first frost of this winter. I was so glad of our recently refurbished wood-burner. It reliably burns all night now, just needing the damper opened up and a couple more logs thrown on in the morning… Continue Reading
Here’s where I found Summer this morning. She would like it known that she disagrees with management’s plan to ration grass as a precaution against drought later this season. As a result she made a unilateral decision to dine at the All You Can Eat… Continue Reading
Hope you’re having a splendid day wherever you are and whatever you are doing. Happy Christmas from all of us here at the farmlet. It’s been very relaxed here. Darling Daughter is visiting from Auckland. She came with me for a… Continue Reading
[This post was scheduled for last Monday, but lack of internet in town has caused a few delays.] When I woke up on Saturday morning I could see horses from my bedroom window. My horses! Bless their little cotton socks, they… Continue Reading
I am about to drag my husband out of his city comfort zone, and relocate him. He’s a very forbearing man. We are going to be moving to a 14 acre block of land which is two hours drive from… Continue Reading
