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My Farming Week: Reflections and What’s Next

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My “My Farming Week” posts kinda fell off the wagon early in the summer when I decided I’d better concentrate on writing and editing the book if I was going to publish it for my deadline of September. Apart from the fact that I hope people enjoy reading these posts, I’m having fun writing them too and hopefully, someday, I’ll look back on them with some nostalgia. Wouldn’t it be lovely to be able to find diaries of our grandparents [...]

Friday Farmologies #21-25

Is this what they call a hole in one?

It’s Friday so it’s time for some farmologies. You know – those typical things that happen on farms and yet can manage to take you by surprise.

Farmology #21

A farming day is always a learning day and sometimes animals will surprise you in funny ways. Do you ever find that if you chance not shutting a gate properly or leaving a tiny gap that one cow or sheep is bound to spot it and make a runner for it? If there [...]

Mother-in-law Day: 7 Tips to ensure your Wife and Mother get on well

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It’s Mother-in-law Day today! Have you treated your mother-in-law to flowers and a nice lunch? Has your spouse treated your mother to a nice lunch and a suprise gift? Or do you think that the creation of this day is just an attempt by Hallmark and other businesses to get money out of us so you’re going to ignore it? If you’re doing your job well as dutiful husband and son, you will be able to have a lovely family [...]

Farmologies 1-5

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There are certain things that are common in farming households all over the world or perhaps some of them are isolated to Irish farms? Anyone else find these things happen to them?

#1. If a farm wife ever wants to summon her husband, all she has to do is sit down for a cup of tea and a slice of cake. He is bound to arrive in to the kitchen within ten minutes and say “Is this what you’ve been doing [...]

Farm Wife Days of the Week

Circa 1935 - one of my aunts in a turnip basket.

When feeding calves on Easter Sunday morning and wondering what could I wear to church that was clean and ironed, while also debating why the hourwas going forward on a weekend when church was earlier than normal and sleep was in short supply due to calving, I thought of something my dad had said recently – how his sisters and mother and indeed, probably all his female relations and other female parishioners often got new clothes for Easter Sunday and [...]