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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

December 28, 2005

meet my girls

I thought it is a good time to introduce *my girls* - two have come to meet me at the gate. I have about 7 girls at the moment * all named ~ Betty & Wilma ~ Florrie, Jean & Elsie ~ Pearl & Ruby. I don't feed them chemicals - they live on a diet of kitchen scraps, grain & the odd grub or two from my garden. I have even been known to make them hot porridge during winter time, with a dash of garlic. It warms them and they produce eggs even when it's cold. They delight in the piles of weeds that I throw them each weekend. Scratching and clucking as they search for worms. I could sit and watch them for hours & hours.
I have decorated their home with a shabby vintage chandelier which doesn't actually work but looks delightful just the same ~ They reward me with yummy eggs every day * eggs where the yolk is really, really yellow & the white is nice and firm AND they actually taste like eggs !!


Blogger berryhead said...

OH MY GOWSH!!! That does it...chickens for me!!!! How fun! Thanks bud! You've just sinched it for me now! how can I resist??? silkies it is:) xoxo

10:41 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

we really have to be sisters in another life! I have been cleaning where our chicken house and pen are going in the spring. We already know where our chickens will be coming from this spring. I will be working on the goats pen next as I want a milking goat. I had Betty and Wilma chickens years ago!!

11:12 am  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

When I was a child the chicken pen frightened me..though I always entered...secretly hoping to find a golden egg! I am sure you are finding them!

6:04 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

I love to watch chickens. When I would drive the kids to high school, we would pass a farm where the chickens and rooster would roam freely along the roadside, just strutting around like they owned the world. One old fellow was in pretty bad shape but obviously he was unaware of it from his perky 'attitude'. What a pleasure to be introduced to your critters.

4:44 am  

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