Ou la vie à Balthazard
Christmas has been and gone. For us this year it was a peaceful moment, just the 2 of us. On Christmas Eve we had a nice table with a candle for our mums and a fire in the chimney. Geoff had prepared some muscles in dry white wine, and it was lovely. We raised …
2 importants books from Marc Luyckx Ghisi, author, philosopher and theology professor. THE KNOWLEDGE SOCIETY- A breakthrough towards genuine sustainability “A superb synthesis of today’s burning issues of globalization, the transition to post-industrial futures, the growth of post-carbon, “green” economies worldwide, changing paradigms in science, economics, and management—all enfolded in a deep cultural analysis of …
When I went to feed the ewes this morning, they were on high alert, motionless, all heads high, turned in one direction, tense, listening. And then I remembered: Oh the hunters are here! ….I put their feed in the trough inside their shed but they were worried, going in and out, and not able …
I am on my own today so for lunch I made myself some fried tomatoes in olive oil, garlic and parsley with a couple of eggs on top. Nothing fancy, you’d think? Well, wait a minute: The tomatoes were juicy, sweet and fresh from the garden and so was the parsley. The garlic was …
Your parents went their separate ways when you were very young, and because of living near each other it had been easy for you to see your dad regularly while living at home with your mum. You have been brought up with “your dad is your dad” and even though you have tried to …
Mum died from a stroke on the 12th of November last year. She had been so proud of her good health: At 87 she wasn’t taking any pills or anything, had no major concerns what so ever. She stood straight, tall and slim, taking care of her weight gracefully, like she did with her friends, …
Our ewes are not going to produce lambs anymore. We intended on them stopping last year but our ram Dini ( from Houdini!) escaped from his field along with the donkeys and managed to get himself under the fence and into the ewes’ field where he had been longing to be. On that damp …
