“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
~ Emma Goldman
Here we are, home at the farm. Such a healing space for me. While I’m soaking up the magic before we head back to the city again to support our beloved family, here’s a taste of our last few days.
A tin full of baby fruit cakes, some to keep for us and some to share.
Some mixed lettuce and snow peas to plant out into the vegetable garden.
A drink of sweet fresh water down at the dam. There are ten new calves, and all of them are healthy and happy.
A visit with some good friends, our neighbours Princess Lil the Farm Dog and Monty the Horse..
The camelias around the house are all in bloom, and carpeting the lawn with their pretty petals.
The mandarins are ripening nicely in the orchard. We picked a few to munch on while we were burning the pile, and we’ll pick more today to take back to the city.
We got to burn a pile of windfallen timber up in the orchard, as well as the frames of the old fruit trees we’d removed late last year. The fragrant smoke lingered on our clothes and hair. I can still smell the pile smouldering this morning.
And our table has been filled with food, friends and blessings. I love my little farm. It’s so good being home.
