Saturday, May 25, 2013

Good Times

While Barn is cooking supper tonight Hil is sitting down to share a special moment. Nirvana has been a hilbarn customer for... gosh, how many years, Barn? Hang on! He's checking the computer.... Wow! Three years. A couple of weeks ago we had a lovely time sourcing a recipe suitable for a Mother's Day Brekkie from the good people at Blue Cafe & Bar in Launceston using fresh produce from the hilbarn box. Some hilbarners took snaps of their version of the recipe for our photo competition, and while Nirvana's wasn't chosen as the winner, we wanted to share our love of the photo she sent us. We checked with her first and she was happy to introduce us to husband Sam, son Bryn, who's nearly 3 and whose first food, says Nirvana, was a hilbarn apple, and new baby Claerwen, now 11 weeks old. There's something about this photo that is good for all times. We just love the look on Bryn's face. Just helps to remind us that all the important things happen at home. 

We also wanted to share a new word we've just learnt from another hilbarn customer, Nan. She says she came across the Scottish word "scushling" in a book by George MacDonald. "The word," says Nan, "so very well describes the sound and action of walking through deep fallen leaves, kicking them up a bit as you go (just for the fun of it)." 

Thanks, Nan, for sharing your love of scushling.

"It was early October by the calendar, but leaves brown and spotted and dry lay already in little heaps on the pavement – heaps made and unmade continually, as if for the sport of the keen wind that now scattered them with a rush, and again, extemporizing a little evanescent whirlpool, gathered a fresh heap upon the flags, again to rush asunder, as in direct terror of the fresh-invading wind, determined yet again to scatter them, a broken rout of escaping fugitives. Along the pavement, seemingly in furtherance of the careless design of the wind, a girl went heedlessly scushling along among the unresting and unresisting leaves, making with her rather short skirt a mimic whirlwind of her own. . . ."  George MacDonald - 1824-1905  -  'Far Above Rubies'

1 comment:

Jane @ Shady Baker said...

Love it hilbarn are doing great things! x