A Good Life.

It has been so good to finally feel some sun in Cornwall at last. Sun with warmth in its rays and that bright zingyness that lights up the fresh greens of new growth. Yes, the winds have been cold but at last the mist has lifted and I can see further than the gate, far enough to want to venture out with vegetable plants, pots and seeds to hand.

My little helper set up the 'wicked chair' by the cutting patch and made sure her sunglasses were to hand...just in case. Of course, she hardly sat still for more than a brief moment before digging around in the dirt as is her wont.

In fact, she spent most of the afternoon in the hen pen digging earth for the 'poor girls' (her term, not mine, as she is convinced they need help) and they were quite happy to join in. I do love that she and all the other children have this experience of dealing with livestock in the form of our hens and ducks, though I do wish she would stop letting them out into the garden where they wreak havoc and claiming it was the cat that must have done it!

Love the way she moves them along with the back of her trowel or the boot of her welly just like her Mama....gently of course.

What can be better than mucking about in the soil with friends who enjoy it as much as you?







We finished off our session by gathering in some herbs from the courtyard ready for a casserole for dinner.

Totally delicious and a lovely way to end the day - digging around with chickens, sowing more veg

smelling beautiful spring flowers fresh from our very own garden and filling the house with their perfume

and popping down to make the most of the amazing Cornish coast we are so lucky to see every day.

Not a bad old life really is it x