I am waiting for parcels to arrive. Mr G and I are dipping a tentative toe into the world of real cider making. Today the equipment arrives. I spent a long time researching methods, varieties, yeasts and brands. We are beginning with a scratter (to chop and mash up the apples), a press (to squeeeeze […]Read More Apple Adventures
The heart is kept, safe under worn branches, so we cannot see it in our every-days unless we close eyes and look to the heavens. There we are. Made to be found, to find each other. High above us tucked into an expanding canopy – hiding in plain sight. Nature’s beauty all around. Each […]Read More Pinecones
Renewed and refreshed. See you all soon, on a very regular basis. There will be tales from the garden and hopefully some starts to my homesteading adventures. There will be pictures of food and puppies. There will be poetry and reviews and books and stories. Come say hello, it’s been too long. VickRead More Back Again
2018. A new start. I have a beautiful puppy. The garden is planned out for the year. We’ve got more storage for my produce. I’m working on an Etsy project to sell my new wares. I’ve got two new books to work on. And even a poetry project. A friend has listed his new year’s […]Read More And here we go
Just a quick blog post to let everyone know that I’m leaving Patreon and going to be looking at new ways to share ideas and stories. I am working to simplify my life, to find the small joys and happier moments. The next post will be some information about my new best friend who has […]Read More The End, The Beginning.
The word corruption is often linked to money. I think for me, money corrupts, if you are aware of when I am online and offline you will have noticed that it is something I struggle with. I work and stop and this little blog of mine changes form, becomes a joy to me, and then […]Read More corruption, a lesson in honesty
Last month I visited the little church of St. Philip and St. James in Whittington, Worcestershire. It was a rather strange place, there was little spiritual feeling for me and the churchyard was sadly rather overgrown. I didn’t feel drawn either to the building or to the grounds. Sometimes it does happen when a new […]Read More St. Philip and St. James, Whittington