We don't need to go too far out of town to be able to see Kangaroos. They mingle in the fields with cattle and sheep, grazing on the grass and lazing under trees in the heat of the day. Much the same as our guinea pigs and rabbits. Eat, eat, eat, slumber. Rpt. Our rabbits … Continue reading Grazers
This used to be real estate Now it's only fields and trees Where, where is the town? Now, it's nothing but flowers The highways and cars Were sacrificed for agriculture I thought that we'd start over But I guess I was wrong - Talking Heads (Nothing but) Flowers I've been looking at our greater … Continue reading Nothing but Flowers . . .
Mr DIG asked me, amidst preparing dinner. . . "Do you like cooking then?" ( Dear Reader - Do you like Mr DIG? He asks good questions don't you think? Makes for diverse blog posts! ) I had to think about it. "I think so." I replied. Though I really wasn't sure anymore. I used … Continue reading Home Cooking
“The greatest change we need to make is from consumption to production, even if on a small scale, in our own gardens. If only 10% of us do this, there is enough for everyone. Hence the futility of revolutionaries who have no gardens, who depend on the very system they attack, and who produce words … Continue reading Farmer Wants A Life
A quick dip into the dry, dry sand of the new garden produced a small harvest of Pink Eye Potatoes that were an initial planting when we started the garden bed. These complimented the sausages we cooked for our dinner with DIG. The garden is growing well, adorned with frogs and dahlias and lots of … Continue reading Petite Récolte
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