Month: November 2021
Hawthorn Hill Nature Diary: Nov 21
Early morning. The valley gathers the skirts of mist about it, folds of it cloaking the further hills, the valley rift a dragons breath.
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Kindness, quietness and the goodness of people.
The quiet tongueless stories of people who shaped their world and the people in it, and who still shape we who have inherited it. I feel the same about kindness.
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We Harvest Our Lambs, Work With Neighbours, and Learn
It is dark. The trailer ramp clatters and rings. The whinge of it as it swings open. The rams are gathered. Mostly. My hands are aching. The worst of the work is still to come.
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Harvesting Willow and Slowing Down with a Broken Arm
My broken arm has slowed me. Tied me to the farm and it’s surrounds. I cannot leave to pick up trailers of hay. I have rams in the barn. In recovery, and hungry. So, I crisscross the farm harvesting forage. Have done for a month. I travel the same paths, crest the same hills, walk […]
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