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Tardissing the Space Part 5 – The North Wall

Designing new buildings for passive solar is a no-brainer – possibly the the easiest, most efficient way to reduce energy costs and make a place so much more liveable. It stuns me that so many houses in suburbia are built with no thought to where the sun is. But if you are doing a retrosuburban refit, you have to work with what you have, and in our case, that meant…

Zomocalypse resilience Part 1- sharing saved seed

The more gardens there are in my neighbourhood, the less likely mine will get raided. So I’m all in for encouraging, supporting, and contributing to that. And a very easy way to do it is to share seeds. Locally adapted saved seed, fresh and in season, in small quantities, bred from heirloom gardeners’ varieties rather than commercial varieties – it’s a treasure as a gift to anyone starting a food…

How to love the rain

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”

Tardissing the Space Part 4 – Trellises, not fences

This was our north side fence when we moved in, and it was a really attractive house feature. – it wasn’t one of those colourbond monstrosities that catch heat, block sunlight, have only one purpose, and make over the fence conversations impossible, and it needed to be replaced. The new fence going in is now a trellis for Madagascar beans, cherry tomatoes, passionfruit and raspberries. While it can be climbed,…

Kale Chips

You all know about kale chips don’t you? Kale in a form that kids will eat? That the pickiest eaters ask for as a snack? In cafes they usually deep fry it, and I find it a bit greasy like that. I like it better roasted till crisp with just a little oil and salt.

Two years and nine months and counting

My invoice from Daley’s fruit tree nursery says that on 28 October 2019, not long after we started our retrosuburbia journey, in the midst of a drought and just about to be thrown into the worst bushfire season ever, I bought a whole batch of fruit trees for a verge planting. Patience has never been my strongest virtue.