Adventures in growing our own food, raising livestock and beekeeping on less than one acre
I have always loved their ostentatious appearance and heady scent at a time of year when a bit of a boost is needed to help you through post-Christmas gloom and set you well on your way to that first glimpse of lengthening days or the first snowdrop checking in to Spring
Why not take a look. We will be taking part in Smithy Brook.
The table and feeders have a constant stream of hungry beaks belonging to all the usual candidates waiting their turn to tuck into the meal of the day, but it is always a special pleasure when the ‘Brooksiders’ leave their watery haunts and choose to join us.
It’s always surprising how quickly the world changes when it disappears under a layer of snow.
It is said that you should live as though you are going to die tomorrow but you should farm as though you are going to live forever and because of this you never dispose of last years calendar but every calendar is kept so comparisons can be made from one year to next, to keep an eye on Mother Natures performance and to notice patterns.
Once the oven reached temperature it was a quick job to roll out our pizza bases and spread them with our toppings. 10-15 minutes later we were sat eating our first meal of wood fired pizza. Delightful.
Whilst I was sat there I found myself chatting to Bruce the Spruce about something that’s kept tugging at my mind recently, which is, where are all the flat hedgehogs?