With gratitude enough for the lessons learnt on uphill struggles.
Onwards...'tis the only way.
|Elspeth getting into her stride......|
|' wrestling' sheild bugs|
"Don't get me involved in your vegetable dioramas"
Quote from second born son whilst he helps fettle and bag produce for the seasonal markets; I get diverted by just how very distractingly pink chard stalks can be; and request that he pass me a slightly smaller bud, for my pictorial tomfoolery.
Apparently the abundant sprout crop isn't entirely down to my consummate skill as a grower. This August's weather is more likely the main cause. So sorry kids; there are going to be plenty everywhere...Mmm.
A two day yoga sojourn in Bristol coming up for me.
Might not be some people's.direct equivalent of a 'lie down in a darkened room', for the mentally stretched.....
But I would disagree. Being a student, is tantamount to a luxury break for anyone in the bad habit taking on too much....Someone else being in charge; no expectations; lovely.
Fret not; small farming has not been totally abandoned in favour of other outdoor pursuits.
Here Girl Monday #1 makes herself very popular with the girls; newly liberated onto fresh ground, and always glad of some corn to scratch for.
It has to be healthier for the birds to get new forage; and be displaced from their own detritus every few weeks.
It took us less than an hour to move the hens and their house this morning; including taking down then re erecting their netting fences.
Leaving more time for the never ending; self perpetuating job of salad weeding. Natures way of keeping us out of mischief...
Despite having plenty of her own self generated fun to hand; GM has been helping me for the majority of monday mornings for the last twelve years. Not least; by engaging in the kind of conversation that makes three hours fly by.
Soon I will show you what she does with some of her time when she's not busy with horticultural hi jinks here.
On an unseasonably warm December day like this; all I really want to do is ride my bicycle.
The oaks still have their leaves on; these linearly aligned ones were once part of a Devon hedge bank; it's since been let go; and the trampling cattle have worn the soil down; so the exposed roots look like gnarled fingers gripping the earth.
The temptation is just to keep rolling on...
I realise it is almost exactly thirty years to the week since I first arrived to work and live in this valley; the plan was to move on after a years work experience. But plans are of course what we make; whilst life happens to us...
Not such a dreadful place to get stuck I think you'll agree.
And I've been cycling up and down this lane for work and pleasure ever since; and herded sheep; bedded sows; tended vegetables; and made hay in many of the fields besides it; along the way.
I did have a reasonable reason to be out whilst right hand Wednesday girl was industriously harvesting the Cavello Nero.....Apparently the blood test shows amongst other things; that I have the kidneys of a twenty year old...
A good thing; one hopes....Or was the doctor suggesting I might like to lay off the ale??
And you can breathe easy now; the balmy temperatures; and the rain in abeyance meant that I did get those last few handfuls of ryecorn tickled into the old pig ground...The corvids hadn't found all of it.