Here we are in the odd position of celebrating Halloween, a festival that, in European tradition, marks the start of winter, when thoughts turn to mortality and all around are reminders that every living thing dies. But tonight I will light the fairy lights in the carport and dress up, I think perhaps as a dragonfly, or maybe a mud wasp? Some predatory insect anyway, and make a batch of…
Mike Hoag (of Permaculture in Action: Transformative Adventures – one of my favourite groups), used the term “keystone human”, and that’s my ambition in life…
Warm fat tropical rain fell for a few days this week. The garden paths were barefoot, the chooks huddled under their shelter, we brought the sitting chook inside. I like tropical rain. It makes me think of banana palms and tree ferns, frogs and bats and the smell of rainforest. It makes me think of Hugh McCrae’s poem “Song of the Rain”
Happy equinox everyone. For us in the southern hemisphere, it is Ostara, the spring equinox, celebration of babies of every species (and rabbits and eggs). Celebration that life renews over and over, generation begatting generation into not just the 7th generation but forever – a good moment to reflect on how wonderous and astonishing it is that this little blue green planet on the outskirts of an obscure galaxy has life.
One day, our grandchildren will be cursing us for the microplastic s in their eggs and vegetables, in the same way way and just as vehemently as we curse our grandparents for the lead. And just like them, we, know, but we don’t want to know.
Look what arrived today! Actually, two boxes like this. Six kilograms of organic, loose-leaf, fair trade, low packaging, competitively priced tea. Single origin from Sri…
I did. I started something new and big. And here it is, July 2020, four years later, and finally the something new, and, as it turned out very big, is about to be born. I wrote a novel.