Towards Self-Reliance in Suburbia
Don’t think you are on the right track just because it’s a well-beaten path.
There are a number of things in the backyard garden that give me joy. The Tagasaste and Wattles are current favorites. Although, there's also the dahlias, the healthy crop of bean plants winding their way up the trellis and the very contented call of Bullfrog in the summer evening. It's almost like a gentle, froggy, … Continue reading Tagasaste from Seed – Update 2021
Summer in this part of the world has a particular soundtrack. There is the click and ticks of the cicadas. The percussive rhythm that gives the heartbeat to the days of summer. There are the intermittent melodies of birds visiting the garden. The embellishments to the audible tapestry . . . infrequent squeals of kids … Continue reading Days of Summer
It has been just under three weeks since filling the bioreactor. After about two weeks it had sunk down just over two feet. It smells like a damp forest floor and I've only removed the pipes in the last few days as I figured it wouldn't hurt to have them in there. After taking them … Continue reading Into the promise of Summer
I've been cranking out projects recently. New nails, old nails. Each has been more than capable of doing the job. All manner of irritating descriptions on my To Do List have been getting a working over. I've nearly finished the rabbit hutch with a worm farm underneath to catch droppings and food scraps. I moved … Continue reading More Tales from the Rusty Nail
Yesterday I planted out our first trees. There was no pomp and ceremony. Not loudly anyway. I carted up several loads of sandy soil and dumped them on the growing swale at the top of the slope. I filled up several more and left them by the swale. I gathered the soaked cardboard, the composted … Continue reading The First Trees are Planted
Petit Paradis 