Last year, my garlic crop failed big and hard. This year, I’m nervous and more subdued about planting again.
Gorse is an unfortunate reality of owning farmland in New Zealand. This week I got out and sprayed some.
Part four of my hunt for details of the lives of my great-great aunts, the Smith sisters.
In attempting to work out where he came from, I uncovered the life story of my great great grandfather, John William Lewis.
A light and deceptively simple dessert that can be made in a range of flavour combinations depending on what’s available and what sounds yum!
A guide to, and explanation of, the names we have given to places around our property.