Kitchen Garden
As I put on my boots and stepped outside the rain started; I gritted my teeth, entered the kitchen garden and began to weed.
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SubscribeAs I put on my boots and stepped outside the rain started; I gritted my teeth, entered the kitchen garden and began to weed.
Charlie travelled to Kelso to collect our new fitted tyre, returning to Woodburn the new tyre hit a screw end protruding from inside the trailer and punctured, before the wheel could be fitted onto the tractor.
Woken up at Woodburn farmhouse, strimmed the paddock of dock leaves, I was happy to be greeted by our lambs.
Charlie took me for a drive across the manse to St Abbs; this morning I had too much pain in my stomach. Sickness is preventing me going to Woodburn, I am missing the lambs, and the farm.
During the morning I populated this website with two months worth of diary entries; taking over content from my old 6gb large, static website is a big job.
We anticipated rabbits sliding underneath the perimeter fencing of our kitchen garden. I have begun the second part of our defences, burying thick mesh a foot into the earth.
Its taking a while to realise I now have a home, after decades of homelessness. A warm, safe place to rest my head, a sanctuary whilst awake and asleep. What is contentment, does satisfaction exist?