The farm idyl is still something I am striving for. The reality is that farm living is not like the farmhouses you see in magazines and on social media. The boot rooms on Pinterest never show any mud on the floors (or up the walls). There is never any straw in farmhouse kitchen gardens, stray … [Read more…]
Mud. Its brown and muddy, right? Well I suppose that is correct but it is only on a farm where you can categorise it into different types. I was thinking about the different types recently and giggling to myself so I thought I would share some with you. Forget 50 shades of Grey. This is … [Read more…]
We love being outside. The younger two especially start climbing the walls (literally) if they are indoors too much. Obviously living on a farm helps but I think once the fresh air has entered the souls of children, it is hard to get out and, to be honest, I don’t think I would want to. … [Read more…]
Farms and mud. It comes with the territory. Part of the job description. Boo isn’t too bad. Her little brother on the other hand is like a magnet for all things dirt. I think he was nine months old when he first got diesel on something and the situation hasn’t improved. Sick of trying to … [Read more…]
My mum and I share an iCloud. It’s usually crammed full of photos of the kids or things I’ve seen. Recently, I sent her a photo of the two of them and when I spoke to her later that night, she said she would come down the next day and help me bath them. I … [Read more…]
