Mr. Fairweather did a thing. He built a boat. A kayak to be a little more specific. If you want real specifics, you’ll have to ask him. To say it has taken a bit of time is the definition of an understatement. He started it ten years ago. For many years it was just the gunnels braced and dowelled hanging from the ceiling of his … Continue reading My Husband Builds Boats
The weeds have been hopping. Mr. Fairweather has been strimming away around my beds and troughs to get me more access. Of course this means that the ducks now have access too. I planted out some peas. Two days later the have all been demolished. The broad bean leaves have been well sampled as has the lettuce plugs I put in to my straw bales … Continue reading Not A Happy Camper
Anyone else love going for a mooch around other people’s gardens? I know it’s not just me that loves having a good nosey. Mr. Fairweather’s mam used to live in the garden. “Where’s Nana?” would come the cry. And the echoing refrain was always “Tá Nana sa ghairdín.” We’ve all got one in the family. Someone who lives in the garden and loves seeing what … Continue reading Sa Ghairdín
I hate new situations and I hate crowds where I may be forced to interact or stand out in any way. I am quite shy and struggle to put myself out there. Once I am comfortable in a situation or with a group, that’s different. But getting to that stage is the hard bit. When we were getting married, I dreaded the idea of the … Continue reading It’s Getting A Bit Smelly Around Here
Each year I tell myself that I will do better next year. I will be more organised and on top of my game. Each year I set out to fool myself. And each year I let myself believe it. This year, however, I am trying a new approach. Well… a “new to me” approach. It’s called “following the instructions“. You may have heard of it. Or … Continue reading Itchy Sowing Fingers
We have a little morning tradition in this house. When the Little Paddler comes in to our bedroom, Mr. Fairweather gets up with her to make the pot of coffee. They have a little look out the window and ask, “Fox?” “No fox.” The day can proceed then because the lone surviving hen is safe for another while. One morning though, I got up before … Continue reading We’re Hunting Wabbits (vegetarians look away)
I feel you deserve an explanation. The blog has been neglected. It has started again in fits and spurts and then ground to a halt again and again. Its not that I’m not trying. It’s not that there is nothing to write about. It’s finding the time and the energy to do it. The Little Paddler is still struggling with the idea of a middle … Continue reading I Can Explain….