November’s Fire
The light this morning set everything it touched on fire with an intense glowing orange. I couldn’t help but to go stand and bathe in it along one of its long corridors in the top meadow after letting the chickens out. After pecking away vigorously at their feed, they have begun preening and basking in…
Flowing
Searching for that first word to begin a new piece is like standing knee deep in the river preparing for that first jump. You know its going to be cold and you hesitate…just for a few seconds. When you’re in, the feeling is full of so many sensations. The most notable for me is the…
On a morning
This morning I find myself sitting on a folding chair in the top meadow not long after sunrise. I smiled a little half-smile a minute ago remembering that I never was much of a ‘morning person’. I blame the chickens and an often overwhelming need to be in this early morning peace on my way…
Warmth
Spring has come at last here on the homestead but its arrival has not been without a hitch or two. The clocks have gone forward so after tending to the chickens, I’m creeping back to bed for a slow wake up. We have been able to enjoy about three days in March when the temperature…
The quiet days
The crescendo has been reached and Christmas has come and gone. Each year I am reminded of how much I love these slow days between Christmas and New Year. By the light of the Cold December Moon, our Yule log is still burning in the fire pit under a sky full of stars. I was…
The fire within
Autumn activities are in full swing and I have been a busy little squirrel lately. From rosehip and crabapple jelly to freezing a bounty of chestnuts, I’m on it. To celebrate our first year on the Homestead in style, we started a bonfire in the top meadow and piled it high. It was one of…
A Bright New Morning
The autumn sun rises through crisp morning air casting an orange glow on everything it touches. It’s the clarity of light and heaviness of the dew underfoot that I love so much about this time of year. It is all the more enjoyable to see our six new rescue hens basking in this newly discovered…
Altering the Native
It has been a couple of weeks, but I have been busy gathering and thinking. Collecting autumn’s bounty of rosehips, hazelnuts and other beautiful things we come across on walks with the children. I have been contemplating the meaning of the word ‘Alternative’ and for me, it feels like a secret code word. One that…
Autumn’s chill
I am in no doubt that Autumn has arrived here at the homestead. This is most evident in the changing meadow. All of the long grasses have achieved a pale beige state, the tall nettles are looking thin and in the new light the copper beech appears green and brown. I’m sitting next to the…
Enter the Orb-weavers
On a misty morning, hundreds of gossamer webs reveal themselves to me on my way to the chicken house. The perfect Halloween variety woven between burgundy coloured dock seed heads and long grasses. I knew it was going to be an interesting morning when I woke to the sound of cows mooing not far from…
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