Milkweed & Teasel

We've been feeding the freezer over the holiday season. There are only 3 more weeks left to harvest pheasant and partridge, and this win...

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...

The season is changing. BBC news tells me that September 1st is the official start of autumn, but I have more reliable sources. The horses a...

I have stumbled across a crop of medlars. I say 'stumbled' like it was part of some grand adventure. Really, the tree is just at th...

I always thought of spring as the busiest season. Trees bursting into bud, seeds needing to go in, baby animals being born and all that. I...

The kitchen window I've been conquering the pile of fruits I collected from Lord and Lady's garden (plums) and public parks (crabap...

I'm desperate for the weather to turn autumnal so I can wear sweaters and eat more fattening food (which will then be concealed by said ...

I was hoping to have some pictures of wild pigs or fallow deer, and a great hunting story for this post. Sorry - no luck. I sat in a high se...

Walking the boundary of Milkweed Farm Now that Milkweed Farm is officially ours, I've started to worry that I won't be able to ma...

Footprints We're still snowed in and expecting more tonight. The pipes in the bathroom are frozen and the water won't drain from ...

Some years ago Mike planted 200 small fir trees as shelter to hold pheasants. He feeds the birds here too (that's what the plastic bins...