Sweating my t*ts off.

It's Mothers Day, and whilst most of you have spent the day relaxing and are probably way past tipsy already. (You lucky bitches.) We are starting different celebrations here at the farm.  

CHRISTMAS. Yes, it may be officially British Summer Time as of today and the time when your 65 year old neighbour Bill thinks it acceptable to now mow the lawn with his top off, but we've spent the day planning for Christmas by finishing planting our Christmas Tree Orchard.  

Whilst you've been enjoying an oversized roast thanks to the British Farmers, we've been sweating literally our t*ts off after finally finishing planting over 100 trees. I sure do know how to treat myself this Mothers Day.  

Our Christmas tree journey started a few years ago, when we created a small hydroponics set up, so we could start growing trees from seeds all year round.  

From then to now, it's grown, and we now have saplings from 5cm small to trees 4 feet in height, ready to open a Christmas Tree Farm in the next few years. And yes, Neil will be the sexy santa at the grotto for all you deprived Mums.  

Now they're firmly planted into the ground, it's time to see how well they prosper over the Summer growing season and hopefully no more will get eaten by the bloody deer family next door before we put the fencing up.  

So, Happy Mothers Day, in particular to the Mothers behind the magic/madness of everything, not just today, but all year round. Keep drinking and keep sane.  

Roots.

Small Farm. Big Dream.