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Biogas digester

The setting sun dazzles the eyes as it sparkles against the field of white onion heads. It looks like a garden of gold. To the sunbirds, bees and butterflies the seeding onions are like gold. The air is

Nestled in the cool shade of an immense rock face, almost covered by honeysuckle, overlooking an orchard fed by the softest splash of water - one would never guess that the tiny cottage is situated in

Yellow sorbet drips off fingertips as sweat drips off foreheads. It is well over 40C in the shade but the beautiful herb Ice Bowl is far from melting. Which means the delicious zesty fruit Sorbet is barely

If you could ...... time travel, where would you go? Personally, I wouldn't time travel. I have too many painful memories of loss that is not worth repeating despite the numerous incredible memories. Today

"How do you cope with 12 babies less than a month old?!" "Thirteen babies. There's actually 13. We also adopted." "You're kidding?" "Nope. I don't kid about goats."

"Who made her pwetty hair so ugly?" The wail escalated as my daughter raced around waving the doll accusingly in every family members face. Even the dogs and cats were facing the angry jury.

"Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark..." Birdsong waking the dawn certainly makes the quote beautifully true. It is a call to arise and face even the darkest day.

Breaking the silence came a piercing shriek from the old farm cemetry. Then another and another. Very distinctive though soft. A flash of burnt orange movement and I spotted the little guy. A Hoopoe fledgling

Good news garden bloggers! We're creating more writing opportunities and inspiraton for you here at Hive Garden, putting out a WEEKLY creative writing prompt challenge! We'll still have the BIG writing

There are not sufficient words to describe the magnificent 5 day Otter Trail. Hiking the forest coastline while the whales are birthing in the shallows of South African's Cape seas is forever etched in

It's been three months since I walked. The recovery has been far slower than I hoped. But this week I left the house without an airboot and it felt amazing. My family hovering around me like adult birds

"The baby is stuck! The head is just hanging there! You have to save them Mama!" was the shout as my breathless son banged into the house. My crutches were shoved into my hands. "We'll drive

The weeds flourish merrily around my airboot as I struggle about on crutches. Seasons wait for no man - or woman. Here I am - with my foot in the air as though I have not a care in the world. Or inclination.

Phew! I just used the @gardenhive account to upvote the weekend's garden content and there was a lot of great stuff! Everyone's been sooo busy in their July gardens and we can't wait til we see your garden

“A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they shall never sit.” Greek Proverb It is beautifully miraculous to nurture a child and watch them grow. There is so much of you in them,

The excess produce of each season gets dehydrated or frozen. Of course, my goats keep us in milk so that I am able to make cream cheese every week. Peaches are dehydrated. Sweet potatoes go into cold storage.

Did you know that I named my little Coffeeshop "Hornbill Cafe"? It had it's own garden where customers could enjoy a fresh meal, coffee and the sunshine. It is not uncommon to spot the Yellow

"The anti-poaching unit have our coordinates. The champagne is chilled. I've packed in your wedding dress. The best man has the picnic basket. You have your camera. Let's go!" "Are you sure

"There are leopard in your mountains?! Will we see them?" "Hopefully not. But the aloes are blooming and we'll see the most incredible indigenous winter flowers all over the mountains."