I had hardly walked in the front door when I was out the back slipping on my gum boots and trying hard not to break into a sprint down the garden steps. Â The chickens ran out of the house in hope of a late supper and clucked with disappointment as I trotted past them... 
Once again seasonal schizophrenia has hit me. Â As we rush headlong into Summer friends and family in the northern hemisphere are buttoning up their winter coats and hunkering down. Christmas is just around the corner but I couldn’t feel less Christmasy if I... 
Despite reports earlier this year of the decline of marmalade, news of marmalade making spread across my Twitter Feed a few weeks ago.  After someone had posted news of their marmalade making efforts others followed suit and just like a Mexican wave all of a sudden... I hesitate to talk too loudly about dealing with pests in the garden for fear that they may reek their revenge.  The chickens and I have already had a summit on what’s acceptable scratching and what the consequences will be if they persist in flying the coup... Part of a training course I participated in this week we were asked to reflect on an achievement we were proud of.  That’s not a notion I dwell on too much, usually because I’m moving on to the next project or task.  It was a hard exercise for me to face... 
