Rural People & Issues
This section of the website holds articles on everything you need to know about non-farming issues when living in the country. Choose from the menu on the left to browse our articles.
Tamarillos save the day
Don't you hate it when you think you'd made enough jam/pickle/chutney/relish to last to the next season … and you hadn't. My fault.
The Bafor and the Bahafta, is what my Dad used to say as he surveyed his day’s battle with the garden.
“I don’t want to be sustainable. It’s not who I am. It’s not what this little farm is about.”
Strategizing is a skill you use when all else fails or if the problem looks to be too big.
When I came here, the farm was a mess. I knew what I was taking on – including the state of the soil.
“How extraordinary,” I thought as I watched the wind gusts swing the backing gate across the dairy shed yard.
Men love to keep tough things a mystery … and the way we ladies have been ‘conditioned’ to being semi-hopeless, hopeless, or drastically hopeless is a matter for the situation or the man’s ego.
Well, pregnancy testing is over. Thank goodness. Anxiety dissipates as the verdict “Pregnant” … “Pregnant” … “Pregnant” exits the vet’s mouth and I add another tick alongside another cow’s name.
Recently I made another one of those proper-dairy-farmer decisions and I changed my whole farming system so that I could supply a specialised GRASS FED milk.
Now, the most dreadful part of getting to know my girls again was the reality that I was a commercial dairy farmer and I had to make THOSE commercial dairy farmer decisions.
Last season was wonderful in terms of reconnecting the old friendships I had with the girls.
One of the best things about the move to the dairy farm was getting to know my lovely cows again.
Becoming a South Islander had a few problems … or should I put that as ‘becoming a North Cantabr