‘In the midst of life we are in death’ 07/05/2026

‘In the midst of life we are in death’ 07/05/2026

I suppose I should say ‘Happy New Year’ – maybe I am just wishing we’d had one.

Too many things have happened between my last post here and now to write about. The most important thing is that my mum died a few weeks ago.

I have yet to resume either writing or gardening or anything else I was doing before Christmas 2025. I have not yet regrouped.

All I can say is that I can plant the vegetable garden. That the stories are where I left them, so I can write on when I want to. The grass is growing, so I guess we will be silaging soon.

15th August Friday 2025 Second Cut in Drought.

2nd cut😱

The farm who rent this place for grass keep, have been brave enough to cut two silage fields here –  sadly it looks like they topped it, but I presume they’re gonna pick it up. The lower field is somewhat better, to be fair, than the middle ground, which is a dreadfully poor old ley that none of us can afford to rip up and re seed.

The Buzzard is yelling over my head; it’s just done a fly past shrieking at me. I should imagine the sward being off has made her hunting a little easier this morning.

Wow, it smells wonderful down here — a strong ‘hot’ grass smell, cut grass that is 🙂 It’s quite nice stuff; there’s just not much of it. I expect they’ll probably put an effluent on next week, so I’ll probably be down here moaning about the smell then and the splatters till it neutralises – being very un career farmer about it!-!

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