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How beautiful are my neighbourโ€™s tomatoes? & how lucky am I that they grew all the way down to the ground over my side of the fence ๐Ÿ˜ˆ. . . . . . โ€ฆ







Have some warm ups of my sweet chicken! (Her name is Mary and sheโ€™s very sweet) ๐Ÿ€










๐“—๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐”‚, โ€˜๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐”€โ€™ ๐“˜ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ! ๐Ÿˆ๐ŸŒผ



















Summer is salad season! Every carrot we use in our recipes comes from Blackgate Lane Farm in Lancashire, where the Hunter family has been growing them for four generations.










Toothbrush wants you to know she is listening and youโ€™re doing great.






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“𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠.”

-𝑅𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

Country Academia Aesthetic🍯🧺🌾

Sitting on fences with a book in hand. Walking to school barefooted with your shoes thrown over your shoulders. Suntanned skin and rosy cheeks. Doing homework at the kitchen table, your mother cooking supper while your sister teases you. Singing Nessun Dorma while tending to chores. Sketching figures while sitting on your front porch. Painting livestock and nature’s beauty. Writing poetry while sitting under the setting sun.

Oh, to be in love.

Not just the beginning of a relationship but months or years down the line. You’re comfortable with one another but there’s still a mystery and magic that has never left. Where you can share a space and not feel that it needs to be filled with crazy activities or by talking. It can be spent just in each other’s presence and feel just as wonderful.

The weather today was just lovely and as I was standing outside in the silence, only the sound of my feet in the snow and the occasional chirp of winter birds breaking that peace. It reminded me of a time when my family went out to our cabin during the winter, we had to shovel the driveway from the main road to our cabin and bring in our belongings on sleds, it was a lot of work but after it was so relaxing and peaceful, but as a child you don’t always appreciate that.

But I was lost in my head dreaming about doing it again with a romantic partner, driving up in the evening before it gets too dark, starting a fire first thing once we were inside. Making nachos for dinner and eating by the fire and roasting marshmallows for dessert. We’d bring down a mattress and blankets and sleep by the fire in each others arms.

I would have started making a loaf of bread before we fell asleep so in the morning we could enjoy the freshness of it with our coffee or tea and each other’s company, the smell of the baking mixing with the smell of the fire we had going during the night. We’d spend the day reading or working on puzzles, talking about the future and dreams we had as children. Baking brownies together in the kitchen, it would take far longer than necessary because we couldn’t stop smiling and kissing each other.

Maybe we’d get dressed up in all our snow gear and venture out for a walk in the (likely) waist deep snow, we’d take pictures of each other and of how the snow weighed down on the branches. We’d make a snowman and snow angels and write cheesy messages to each other in the snow. We’d enjoy the silence and peace that’s around us, a break from our busy lives and from a world that won’t stop screaming in your face.

At the end of the day we’d enjoy a quiet dinner by candle light, I imagine two large candle sticks on beautiful candleholders that’s my grandmother passed down. We’d enjoy a glass of wine from the bottle my grandfather had made with us in mind (he knows it’s my favourite, nothing compares to his home made wine), we’d curl back up by the fire and slowly drift off to sleep.

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“𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟; 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝐼𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡.𝐻𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟. 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.”

-𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛

☼ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ☼

Weave flowers in your hair and flow down a hill on a sunshine colored bike, your legs flying off of the pedals and your smile bouncing across the clouds. You will want to run away, and you will now when the time is right. Always keep a bag packed, you never know when They will show up, knocking on your window. Let the wind flow across your skin, feel the grass between your toes.

a dark red santa getrudis heifer calf backlit by the sun as she sits in the gateway of a pen
a dark red santa getrudis heifer calf backlit by the sun as she sits in the gateway of a pen

It’s Jenny’s birthday week sort of! I don’t actually know when she was born, but today is the day that she was officially our calf. She’s gone from “Little Jenny” to “Beautiful Jenny”, from hating people to thinking most people are dodgy but a few of us are okay, and from being the calf to looking after the calves!

Happy Birthday big girl, there’s no stopping you, and there’s certainly no mustering you.