(Beetroot-mostly for a delivery but also for a salad for dinner)
I feel like I would rather be knitting.
I feel like I possibly shouldn't have spent the last hour sorting through the girl's clothing but I'm glad I did.
I feel messy and distracted and filled with butterflies.
(Winter cubby-house and kitchen-garden)
I feel like for me the words success and money don't go together.
I feel like I could cope OK with winter if it gave me sunshine filled days like today, every single day. Maybe it could rain only at night?
I feel so happy cuddling and watching and playing with the bunnies.
(Parsley on the door step)
I feel like the more that is expected of me the less I can perform.
I feel like this year was meant to be my cruisey year and instead has been a year of crazy personal challenges.
(Purple carrots without their ends)
I feel like I should tell you that we are selling a lot of our chookens. If you want to buy some chooks to lay or to make soup out of (sorry), please get in touch.
I feel like we might need to get a cat to take care of the mice in the garden issue.
I feel like having my parents across the road is a dream come true. I do!
I feel like our family need the school holidays DESPERATELY!!
I feel like I should deal with the cobwebs.
(Milk bottle frost/mice protectors)
I feel sorry for the gorgeous girl who has been trying to get in touch with me for days and who doesn't yet know that I never, well hardly ever, answer the phone.
I feel like we are burning through so much wood to keep two fires going 24/7 and we are only a month into winter.
I feel like drinking two litres of water most days has changed my life.
I feel really uncomfortable about having a profile pic taken for my press release.
I feel like I wish I had a house cleaner.
I feel beyond excited about the food forest going in down the bottom in the potato paddock. Oaks and quinces and mulberries and almonds and wallnuts and persimmons and rowans oh my!
I feel a little anxious about the weekend.
(Gorgeous golden broccoli)
I feel like sometimes parenting an almost teenager makes me behave like an almost teenager.
I feel like all day I look forward to reading a few pages of John Seymour in bed before sleep.
I feel like I could hug all of you who left a message or emailed me about my last post. You have no idea how much better and how supported you make me feel. I hope each and every one of you has felt happier and better and sunnier as the week has gone on.
How are you feeling?
What are you growing/cooking/creating/mending?