Author: unionhomestead
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Finking ’bout Far-flung Family
Last Saturday marked the Winter Solstice for us southern hemisphere dwellers and that can only mean one thing. Well, if you want to be picky, it means a variety of things of which the need for the artful layering of clothing, employing a torch for the final paddock check of the day and answering the conundrum of…
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Keeping a Weather Eye
It has always seemed to us that rural folk are preoccupied with the weather. City types may use it as conversation fodder, something to make a throwaway comment about at the school gate or hairdressers as in, “isn’t it great to see the sun” or , “that wind is straight from the *insert geographically…
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Avoiding the High Horse
Don’t you hate it when you find yourself doing something you utterly abhor in others? Regular followers of this humble epistle will surely acknowledge that, if there’s one thing we’re entirely certain of, it’s the undeniable fact that we are in no way experts in this way of living. Actually, we’re not expert in anything. What…
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Living the Good Life
The more you find out, the less you know. This week, short though it is because of Queen’s Birthday on Monday, seems to have been hell bent on pointing the accuracy of this cliche out to us. Of course, we may be teetering on the verge of being precious as we’re all a tad tired. Life…
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Job Done!
There’s no escaping it: winter’s here. Of course, there’s no surprise in that. May is nearly done and dusted so if anything Jack Frost was a tad overdue. It’s not even like he wasn’t welcome; there’s nothing like the gorgeous day a frost guarantees. We’re not moaning at all. We’re just saying that when we threw open the back…
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Sold on Bartering
Money. It’s a gas, a hit and a crime. It changes everything, can’t buy you love and affluent people, men in particular, find it amusing according to 1970’s pop superstars. A squillion songs, poems, novels, and adages have been penned about it, an equal amount of lives lost due to its lack or excess,…
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Ed: Our Main Man
Procrastination is in the air today. We can’t help it, it’s a beautiful, clear, crisp autumn day; the sort you get after a night in which the full moon doesn’t have any clouds to hide behind. This morning the grass was almost frost-rimed in the goat paddock. Cold Schmold! At least it sends the…
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The Fine Art of SURFacing
Okay, first things first, we ‘fess up: the title of this week’s blog is ripped off a Boomtown Rat’s album. But bear with us, it’s totally relevant; truly. A very long time ago when the Milk Maid was a teenager (the Olden Days, as Farm Girl likes to label this era) she earned her…
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Taking Stock
So, where did that two weeks go? It seems only moments ago we were anticipating a fortnight of chilling out with no real time constraints (apart from empty goat bellies), and now here we are searching out the gym top (how did it end up scrunched behind the vacuum cleaner in the linen cupboard?), stockpiling chocolate…
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Up and Running Again
It’s a rather sorry fact that, given the choice, we would usually opt for hanging out here on the Homestead over lingering in the outside world for long periods of time. The same goes for letting the outside world onto the Homestead; in general, our gates are pretty fiercely guarded. Having said that, we all acknowledge that it is…
