LIFESTYLE


Well, well, well – just when you thought I’d dropped off the twig!

Hello y’all. It’s crazy I know – I’ve let MONTHS pass and not a word has been writ on this here blog site. I have, you’ll be pleased to know (or not, you might be furiously BORED to know) that I have instead been working on another blog site. An eponymous one – which is to say, it’s named after me. Henrietta.co. I’m not generally referred to as Henrietta.co, but you get the picture I’m sure. www.henrietta.co – not com! Anyhow… that other blog site, that mistress of mine that has got between us, is all about a whole other world of ramblings on life, the universe and everything, but most importantly, it is where I have been publishing my short stories, The Teaspoon Chronicles. I have been rolling them out at the rate of one per week, every Tuesday, for each week of summer, and for those not good at maths, I will publish #8 tomorrow. The series are all there on the site, so you’re welcome to hop across and read them and to let me know what you think! I do LOVE a bit of feedback from others – not JUST my loving mother, who thinks I’m the next J K Rowling. This is the logo for the series, but you’ll find them all under the short stories tab. But hang on a sec, read the rest of this one first!! SoCo Farm is now pretty much complete, at least it’s complete enough for it to be on the rental market. That is, unless some renters are livestock and require the lower fences to be replaced... read more

Me and my Big Foot

The King of Terrors enlivened some interesting engagement last week – which is what you’d sort of expect, given that comforting cliche about death and taxes… HowEVER…. I find the whole realm of fear fascinating, kingly or not so kingly. So I’m going to tell you about a really scary thing that happened this week. No one had to die, nearly die, or be going to die in the making of this blog post, I hasten to add, though a morbid fear of all of the above did at times, grip me. Remember when I told you about Coolangatta Mountain? The mild HILL I can see from my kitchen window at SoCo? Well, I have a few apologies to make. My first apology is to Conrad Martens, a highly regarded colonial artist who’s depiction of the HILL looked like a serious case of poetic license. Seriously, I thought the guy must have been on drugs.   The second apology is to all Australians past and present, for my rudeness about how you guys wouldn’t know a mountain if you tripped over one, even if it sits your kitchen window sill. And my third apology is to Coolangatta Mountain itself. To all, I beg most humble pardon. Why the grovelling? Because yesterday, I went up that hill in a truck called Big Foot and it scared the freaking hell out of me.   Now my husband and children will be quick to tell you, should you feel inclined to ask, that it is not often I am wrong. I’m a bit like The Fonz in Happy Days, really cool and... read more

Winter is coming….

Is that June I hear knocking at the door?? Is 2015 half spent??? Is the darkness coming??? You know, it’s quite a curious thing that just when you start bleating about how time is cheating you out of a happy, relaxed life, and how can the year already be half over, and God I miss summer…. stuff can happen that makes you actually feel pretty blessed that it is rainy and cold, and that it’s nearly June, and that you’re alive and kicking. I have had three such things happen to me this week. I’ll do this chronologically. As some of you may already know, Mothers Day didn’t end well for a certain member of my family. We’d had a beautiful picnic up at Leura Cascades in the Blue Mountains (biting, cyclonic wind aside, oh how we prevailed), and following a warming hot chocolate at the groovy little Leura Garage cafe later in the afternoon, we then sallied forth on our two and a half hour drive home. The road was a car park. Good thing it wasn’t Husband’s Day, as I did not listen to a word of complaint about the traffic and ‘why do we have to do this every year’? It was MY day, and our tradition is that my beautiful children make a gourmet picnic and we take the scrabble, a rugby ball, and other assorted amusements, like wine, and we stretch out on picnic blankets in what has to be one of Sydney’s prettiest parks. Autumn’s golden parade flutters winsome against a backdrop of stoic green native bush, and the mountain air is brittle... read more

THE FARM


Well, well, well – just when you thought I’d dropped off the twig!

Hello y’all. It’s crazy I know – I’ve let MONTHS pass and not a word has been writ on this here blog site. I have, you’ll be pleased to know (or not, you might be furiously BORED to know) that I have instead been working on another blog site. An eponymous one – which is to say, it’s named after me. Henrietta.co. I’m not generally referred to as Henrietta.co, but you get the picture I’m sure. www.henrietta.co – not com! Anyhow… that other blog site, that mistress of mine that has got between us, is all about a whole other world of ramblings on life, the universe and everything, but most importantly, it is where I have been publishing my short stories, The Teaspoon Chronicles. I have been rolling them out at the rate of one per week, every Tuesday, for each week of summer, and for those not good at maths, I will publish #8 tomorrow. The series are all there on the site, so you’re welcome to hop across and read them and to let me know what you think! I do LOVE a bit of feedback from others – not JUST my loving mother, who thinks I’m the next J K Rowling. This is the logo for the series, but you’ll find them all under the short stories tab. But hang on a sec, read the rest of this one first!! SoCo Farm is now pretty much complete, at least it’s complete enough for it to be on the rental market. That is, unless some renters are livestock and require the lower fences to be replaced... read more

Bonfire of Insanities…

Tell me you missed me. I missed me!! You must all be thinking I dropped off the perch and you’d be right, I did. But I did for a good reason and now I’m back and I’ve got some news for y’all. You know how I keep going on about how I don’t know what kind of a blogger I really am? Travel? Lifestyle? Farmer? General Guru on anything and nothing?… Well, I’ve decided to formalise my undecidedness by starting a new website that doesn’t pretend to be just the one thing. And you know what I’ve called it? www.henrietta.co I’m not just the one thing – I like to be all over the shop. So now when you want to read farm stuff, that’s all that SoCoFarm.com will be about and the rest of my ramblings will spill over onto my other site. It’s almost ready. When it is properly ready (ie, when I finish doing what the queen of all things internet, Jenna Black, has told me to do so that she can fire it up), you will be the first to know and you can, if you so choose, subscribe to the site in addition to SoCo. I hope you do. I hope you don’t just abandon me out there in cyberspace talking only to myself because let’s face it, that would be embarrassing. And lonely. And who said tragic?? The new site will be a combination of blog posts, commentary, and some more creative stuff to tickle your fancy, should you require any fancy tickling. In particular, I have been working on a collection of... read more

Me and my Big Foot

The King of Terrors enlivened some interesting engagement last week – which is what you’d sort of expect, given that comforting cliche about death and taxes… HowEVER…. I find the whole realm of fear fascinating, kingly or not so kingly. So I’m going to tell you about a really scary thing that happened this week. No one had to die, nearly die, or be going to die in the making of this blog post, I hasten to add, though a morbid fear of all of the above did at times, grip me. Remember when I told you about Coolangatta Mountain? The mild HILL I can see from my kitchen window at SoCo? Well, I have a few apologies to make. My first apology is to Conrad Martens, a highly regarded colonial artist who’s depiction of the HILL looked like a serious case of poetic license. Seriously, I thought the guy must have been on drugs.   The second apology is to all Australians past and present, for my rudeness about how you guys wouldn’t know a mountain if you tripped over one, even if it sits your kitchen window sill. And my third apology is to Coolangatta Mountain itself. To all, I beg most humble pardon. Why the grovelling? Because yesterday, I went up that hill in a truck called Big Foot and it scared the freaking hell out of me.   Now my husband and children will be quick to tell you, should you feel inclined to ask, that it is not often I am wrong. I’m a bit like The Fonz in Happy Days, really cool and... read more