Autumn and the new issue of RURAL magazine is out

Time moves forward into Autumn with or without us, and RURAL magazine doesn’t get published by its self. To catch up is like jumping over a puddle, it takes concentration, and skill not to get your feet wet. ...more

The country isn’t quiet and summer issue of RURAL magazine is out

It’s been said that if you don’t like the hustle and noise of the city move to the country. Filled with bucolic fields of gently undulating crops of wheat ripening in the sunshine it’s quiet. Wide open spaces, quiet nights, sunny days ....more

My moments of summer mindfulness

I can’t remember The last time I looked forward to the beginning of summer with anything other than. A slight dread of what was to come To be honest the other seasons have always had a hold on my heart. The crisp cool golden mornings of Autumn, streaming sunshine through falling leaves, and the bitter cold of afternoon walking down snow-covered rural roads ....more

It’s been a while

As bloggers we never intentionally walk away from our blogs, ignoring them but sometimes life can have other ideas in store for us. ...more

Why…hello Spring

She dashed in here like a miniature whirlwind, out of breath, giggling, her excitement contagious. ...more

Unabashedly spring

There’s a new spring in our steps, joy in our hearts, a lift, a lightening of the winter’s darkness. It’s unabashedly spring in the way that the birds are chasing each other around, calling, whistling, singing and flirting. ...more

In a dark world we must look for light

In light of the horrific events that occurred in Brussels yesterday….. We say prayers and shed tears. Hope for peace ....more

Well that’s enough isn’t it?

Enough is good, in fact enough is pretty great most of the time….right? Although…sometimes enough can be too much, as in too much of a sweet dessert, or too many hours binge watching a TV show, or overflowing inboxes. But…we can never have too much happiness, I’m right aren’t I? ...more

A delicate balance between the seasons

Well, you said you wanted an adventure he said faint hint of a smile around his mouth. Not like this, I muttered as I slipped into the stream of shoppers headed with undue haste towards the door, large white flakes contrasting against my dark hoody. It was cold and we were acting like a herd of lemmings headed towards the cliffs edge…in this case the cliff was a big box store with a heated doorway ....more

That first day back in the garden feeling

You know the morning after the first day back in the garden feeling? The widespread ouch, oooh...more