One tree

There is a single tree on the top of the hill by a hay shed. It intrigues me and next time I see Ross the farmer I must ask him why it’s there, and what it is.

It has been unbelievably blue today, as you can see.

I spent the first half of the day feeling frayed around the edges following yesterday’s migraine, so I cancelled a couple of plans and stayed put. It’s been a quiet day while I’ve let my brain slowly reassemble itself.

I’ve made a feta cheese, picked a few courgettes, and put some peas and beans into the freezer.

The final task of the day is to to feed Sheila the Dough-matua* - my sourdough mother - then I’m done for the day.


(*= a play on words. Kaumatua is a Maori elder.)