Truth be told I have yet to find an animal that works well as a lawnmower. Pigs dig. Sheep eat roses and fruit trees. Horses eat both of those, plus grapevines, tree ferns, and newly planted shelter belt trees. They… Continue Reading
One of the interesting things about moving to the country is a change in the junk mail that arrives in your letterbox. Brochures on the latest electronic gizmos and flyers full of supermarket specials still march in, but suddenly there are also glossy catalogues with… Continue Reading
A woodshed full of firewood. There is something very primally satisfying about a large tidy stack of wood. Knowing that you have the resource required to keep you and yours toasty warm, whatever weather the Goddesses choose to bestow, is a… Continue Reading
Here we go! As promised, my aspirational to-do list for 2016. Just so you know Forbearing Husband likes to remind me I am an eternal optimist on all things. This ranges from ‘How long will it take to get from A to B?’… Continue Reading
Crikey, it’s February already, six months now since we started this adventure. Seems like high time we took stock of what’s been accomplished, and figured out a job list for this year. Let’s start with what’s been achieved: All animals have been successfully relocated with… Continue Reading
It is a fact universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of seven acres of woodland must be in want of a chainsaw (I know… sorry). Thus there have been numerous chainsaw related conversations since arrival at the farmlet and taking… Continue Reading
This was the shopping list prepared by the Forbearing Husband for our trip into town yesterday. The man has embraced rural living with a vengance. Bless him.