Actually Freezing and Weeding 23/7

Today we arrived in the baltic climes of Ballan at around lunch time and set about weeding the rows in actual freezing weather (it had snowed that morning). No doggies this time but Donald Trump, aka The Don, aka the miniature horse gave us a wave and that was enough to warm the cockles of…

Weeding and Being Cold 10/7

After an update from Jose’s recent visit to the garlic, we knew that Ballan was cold, so very very cold. But it was time to head out and follow up from Jose’s solo weeding session. This is how the day began, as it does for all hard-working farmers the world over: late morning chai lattes…