Julie Cotton

You guys have no idea how much I wish I was still embracing those hideous Jane Fonda fluoro leotards and leg warmers that I donned...

Why on earth do blowflies breed like blowflies? Surely this has to be the million-dollar question for summer 2017? My venomous hatred for blowflies is...

I’ve been a very bad, bad girl. I have committed the ultimate farmer’s wife sin and cleaned out the shearing/tool shed with a mindset that...

We farm with love, compassion and  a deep sense of awareness and respect for the environment. This is the message I preach to every carbon...

Close your eyes, hold my hand and walk with me to revisit some beautiful childhood memories that perhaps may be long lost and worn. A...

So I’ve been a little holiday piggy, waltzing around in a bikini, drenched in sun cream and barefoot on beaches, while all of you guys...

Twenty years, two months,  one week, four days, nineteen hours and what seemed like the shortest trip to my children’s bus stop I have ever...

Unfortunately for me, when the gods handed out the virtue of patience they decided to leave me out. I am so void of it that...

Being the eternal male chauvinist, my husband once said to me, “you are the boss of the home and the yard and I am the...

By Julie Cotton It looks as if our lovely rural communities are suffering from a bit of a hangover and, unfortunately, it is not of...