My gorgeous Yule gifted fruit bowl from Brett Hamlyn filled with the harvest from our 2 1/2 year old, mostly verge and laneway planted fruit trees.
One of my treasures. I’ve posted pictures of it full of winter, spring and summer harvests of fruit, and here it is, just past the Autmn equinox, full again. This one is extra special cos this is not harvest from our 30 year old orchard, but harvest from our 2 1/2 year old suburban permaculture retrofit.
Usually I leave the slugs to the bluetongue. I’d hate to starve him (or her) into deciding to live somewhere else. But he’s a bit too well fed, and I’m not. A cup with an inch of beer, buried so the rim is at the soil surface, overnight collected all these. The chooks will feast on beer marinated slugs.
But the cabbage moths have arrived, and I think that’s about the end for this year. We’ve had a good three months of harvesting broccolini, cauliflowers, kale, pak choi, napa cabbage, mustard. But from now on it’s not worth it, at least not here in the sub-tropics.
The silver beet looked so gorgeous this morning, and the patch needed thinning. And the basket just filled and filled. Spankakopika it has to be.
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.
Like these little origami seed packets, taught to me by Morag Gamble from Our Permaculture Life. Such a pleasure chopping up junk mail and turning it into these, and it makes sharing seed so barrier free.