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When I first started this blog a hundred years ago, I was living in Sydney with two children, not three, and Adam and I would foray down to Gerringong periodically to visit my parents, and we'd wonder on the way... Continue reading

Posted Aug 17, 2017 at inner pickle

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HI Tracey! Ah thank you, and yes, am inclined, now I've recalled how to work the page again I'll be back imminently with a proper update! Thanks for your comment and encouragement.

Commented Aug 16, 2017 on well hello there at inner pickle

Hello amazing Rhonda Jean, what a treat to see you too. Yes, back shortly with a proper update; I was quite serious that I couldn't really remember how to operate Typepad, I wasn't even sure i could get a post published! Back shortly! xx

Commented Aug 16, 2017 on well hello there at inner pickle

Jools! Hello! Ah Lazy Lady, it's a classic x

Commented Aug 16, 2017 on well hello there at inner pickle

well hello there

I'll be honest, I have no idea if I even remember how to post anything. It's been so long in between postings that I don't think people even call them 'blogs' anymore, I think they've morphed into online 'journals'. Do... Continue reading

Posted Aug 15, 2017 at inner pickle

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Phoebe's T-shirt! On Steve! SO super awesome. I love checking in on the Fair via you every year, it's wonderful.

Commented Sep 23, 2014 on this year, at the fair at SouleMama

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the flame

In our font yard there is a magnificent tree. It's an Illawarra Flame Tree. I remember it blooming only a couple of times in my life, but when it does, it is spectacular. The leaves all fall off and it's... Continue reading

Posted Sep 3, 2014 at inner pickle

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this place

We were very lucky to have the lovely Luisa Brimble visit recently (accompanied by the equally lovely Emma Bowen). I've been admiring Luisa's gorgeous photography for ages and was thrilled when she offered to visit on a workshop day and... Continue reading

Posted Jun 26, 2014 at inner pickle

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Happy chickens brought you to by Tim

Last night our friend Tim O'Sullivan (Timbo Rural Contracting) showed up with some extra friends and they took out four foxes in an hour. Four. Happy, happy, happy. I don't know if that's solved the immediate problem, but I suspect... Continue reading

Posted Jun 24, 2014 at inner pickle

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brass tacks

You know that moment when you think, oh well, it can't get worse than this? We lost the remainder of the mature batch of meat birds last night, the ones due to go for processing tomorrow, the fifty we hoped... Continue reading

Posted Jun 23, 2014 at inner pickle

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who'd be a farmer, eh?

Photo: Luisa Brimble It's something Adman says, 'who'd be a farmer, eh?', when stuff goes wrong, or, you know, gets out or dies or doesn't grow or gets eaten or breaks or we hit the wall financially. He always says... Continue reading

Posted Jun 19, 2014 at inner pickle

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around here

Hello! Around here we are: .. holding onto the fun we had with the beloved Milkwood Permaculture team here this weekend, running Serious Backyard Veggies. We tried to encourage them to move in by feeding them delicious food (and hiding... Continue reading

Posted Apr 14, 2014 at inner pickle

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beautiful

It's been a beautiful weekend of favourite Milkwood-people adventure and rain and amazing shared cooking with a brilliant cook (Tory) and red wine and cuddles with small children and slooooow cooked lamb. Adam took this photo this morning. Lucky stars,... Continue reading

Posted Apr 13, 2014 at inner pickle

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the flipside

For every story there's another one. For every earnest heart wishing for a small farm in a friendly town with an orchard and room for chickens and a big veggie garden, there's an orchardist lying in bed tonight wondering how... Continue reading

Posted Apr 11, 2014 at inner pickle

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Farmers' Market

Wednesdays used to be different. I used to make a slice every Wednesday. I'd take it to a friend's house, and drink tea. Wednesdays are now a flurry of labelling and last minute baking and packing up and chalk-boarding. At... Continue reading

Posted Apr 10, 2014 at inner pickle

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I really don't know how to respond to that, Betty. Please feel free not to read my posts if the language annoys you.

Commented Apr 10, 2014 on mere trifle at inner pickle

mere trifle

Even when you bake for a living, you'll still stuff up the occasional batch of cakes. Unfortunately when I stuff up a batch of cakes it's not usually, you know, one tray of twelve cup cakes. This is a blueberry... Continue reading

Posted Apr 9, 2014 at inner pickle

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the beekeeper

I am not the beekeeper of this operation. Adam is. I've never really been particularly interested in bees, they were always Dad's gig, and that whole bee suit thing was kind of alarming. When we started talking about moving back... Continue reading

Posted Apr 8, 2014 at inner pickle

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Far out, snow so high it allows walking over fences?!?! Here, on the south coast of NSW Australia where it has never ever snowed, I live in a bubble, obviously. Far out that makes it hard! When the ground is really dry our electric netting fences loses charge, and I thought THAT was a pain.

Commented Mar 24, 2014 on party shoes, please at SouleMama

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Those pretty plates!!! I need an op-shop visit, thanks for the inspiration x

Commented Mar 20, 2014 on at the flea at SouleMama

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Wow! No, I actually only know Di, the daughter who brought them to Gerringong, I've never met Rachel. If she's like her parents she must be totally lovely, David and Carolyn are particularly fabulous.

Commented Mar 18, 2014 on The day the olives grew. at inner pickle

I just wanted to say that for every odd or unkind comment, who perhaps came here with an objective to criticise, there's a horde of us out here not often commenting, who come for inspiration and timely reminders to open our eyes to the beauty and harmony right in front of us. You're awesome, lady, I'd hate for you to be discouraged in any way by one rude person. xx

Commented Mar 17, 2014 on the weekend (huddle) at SouleMama

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The day the olives grew.

Dad planted an olive tree about the time he planted the coffee, so in the vicinity of 13 years ago. We've always talked about it as the tree that never fruits. We were advised that olives don't need a cultivar... Continue reading

Posted Mar 17, 2014 at inner pickle

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farm picnic day

We ran our first Farm Picnic Day last month. We were very nervous. Like, really nervous. It sold out quickly and we closed it down at 50 people, and I had visions of people eveywhere and chaos and children climbing... Continue reading

Posted Mar 3, 2014 at inner pickle

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when the big week turned into a big month

Hello! Jeepers. I've just about forgotten how to log into Typepad. We've been rolling with the punches over here, holding our heads above deep, deep water and singing loudly to a favourite song. We've done a lot of very fun... Continue reading

Posted Feb 18, 2014 at inner pickle

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