Milkweed & Teasel

Do you remember the story of the Little Red Hen? Apparently it's a Russian morality tale, but I'm only acquainted with the illustra...

Mike and I managed to take half a day off yesterday. A whole six hours. We squandered it watching the last in the Harry Potter series of fil...

Spring is nearly here, the signs are everywhere. The blossom is falling off the blackthorn trees, and the bluebells are flowering. Vixens ha...

It's a busy time of year for us. I probably say that a lot, but it's true this time, honest. The weather is warming up and the mud i...

I'm sorry that I've been incommunicado for a few weeks. It's not because I've run out of rambling stories to share with you ...

After admitting my mashed potato sandwich shame, I hope to redeem myself with this, my first completely home grown meal out of the vegetable...

I've finally finished my small but perfectly chicken-proofed vegetable garden. Actually I think the term "garden" is a bit gra...

Nigel and Bertie have been laying the hedges around our house. They were in pretty desperate need of doing. Hedgelaying is both a skill and...

I've noticed that the underlying theme of most of my posts is food - animal or vegetable, but always edible. I hope it's because thi...