Kamis, 03 Maret 2011
Farm Duties
Minggu, 27 Februari 2011
My Turn
I did have big plans. I really felt like doing some sewing. For some reason, I want to make some garments rather than the usual quilty type of things. It might have something to do with the lovely dresses that Rebecca makes that I saw in Frankie magazine. I also have a few gifts I would like to make too. But...they will all have to wait because today I don't even feel like looking at fabric.
I just received a bundle of yellow fat quarters from an online group (I won the February fat quarter lottery) and even their sunny colours aren't inspiring me today. I guess I just need a rest. So rest is what I will do. At least until the kids arrive home on the bus.
Tracy
Kamis, 24 Februari 2011
Sick Day Activities
Selasa, 22 Februari 2011
Seeing Red
Summer Tomato Soup
This soup is adaptable and quite forgiving. If you like things a little heat, some chopped chilli is nice and coriander works well too. I'm about to make another pot now. It can simmer away while I do abit of outside work in the lovely cool change we are having.
Tracy
P.S. I just spent quite a while peeling the skins from a kilo of small tomatoes and I can offer the advice that it is best to use large ones. Not so fiddly. Worth the effort still even with cherry size.
Kamis, 17 Februari 2011
All is good
I really liked the look of this caterpillar on the grape vine. I know it is a picture of its bottom end but it is just so cute. It is a very hungry caterpillar though and has made a real meal of the grape. So far I have left him there but not for long.
Kamis, 10 Februari 2011
Our livestock are very important to us. Our farm is not large and there is just the right balance of numbers that animals can be considered livestock and not pets. That doesn't stop some of them from elevating to the role of favourite. My favourite sheep, Georgina, died while we were away. Why wouldn't Georgina be my favourite, she always came when I whistled and there was never a need for a dog because she followed me and the other sheep followed her. . I spoke to her on Thursday evening (yes, I speak to them and sometimes I think they understand) and all was well but by the time we came home, she was gone. It was sad and I think that is why I haven't had much of an urge to write or even turn the computer on really. Living on a farm where we are responsible for the taking of animals lives for our own consumption doesn't give one immunity from the feelings associated with loss.
I do know for certain that her life was luxurious for a sheep. At 8 years of age, she still had a full mouth of teeth and her only sign of aging was the little bit of white on her muzzle and I can't recall her ever having any ailments in all her years. Old age, what more can you ask for?
I will be back tomorrow or the next day with happier things.
Tracy