Archive for July, 2010

'jolly roger waits for high tide'

Jolly Roger is a sweet corn variety. Corn was originally domesticated in Mexico, and there were countless varieties of corn, all unique at adapting to their local environment and each variety had a different purpose. ‘Garden seed inventories show that while about 5,000 non hybrid vege varieties were available from catalogues in the US in 1981, the number available in 1998 was down to 600’ (Barbara Kingsolver).

what this means now is that very few varieties of corn are grown, in vast chemical mono crops and the phenomenon of the ‘Red Queen principle’ comes into play…the bacterias and pests continue to evolve antibiotic and chemical resistant strains, and because of the lack of variety in our vegetable seeds, vast crops are susceptible to super pests and super disease, thereby causing a massive problem in food production and supply. Think of the potato famine.

Small, local, diverse farming, using many different types of non-patented, non GM vegetables is the key to ongoing, healthy food production.

So…. ‘Jolly Roger’, is up high, hopefully un-patentable, waiting for climate change to bring the rising sea levels….and by his very nature, he will adapt


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I decided late today, that i needed to check the PH of the soil in the garden, just a hunch. I took the simple ph test kit to the vege garden and found it was acidic, so to rectify that, I will sprinkle some ash from the fire ,when its cool, over the soil and water it in, in preparation for the next seasons planting to make it all a little more alkaline.

All the winter veges are doing well, cabbages are hearting, Wendy’s garlic birthday present is happy and some flowers have pooped up for a treat

winter greens

soil test


happy garlic

hearting cabbage

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taking time

Michael Pollan in his little book called ‘food rules’, advises on page 113 to….’spend as much time enjoying the meal as it took to prepare it’. ‘This is a pretty good metric that honours the cook for the care you, he or she has put into the meal at the same time that it helps you to slow down and savour it’.

this is truly a great little book to look up for some old fashioned good advice on remembering how to cook, eat and shop, amongst other things…. such as gratitude for where your food comes from.

What better way to enjoy a winter afternoon/night than to have a neighbourhood, family and friends gathering for a birthday or two around that time? Our home made wood fired pizza oven was the focus of the evening and everyone was instructed to bring their own toppings for their pizzas. We raided the garden for goodies for a salad, set up a camp fire outside, assembled rugs and straw bales to sit on and had a few musos bring their instruments for a jam.

It was a soulful night and the pizzas cooked in no time as the oven got really hot, we all spent the afternoon savouring beautiful food, great friends and a brilliant home brew and music. Slowing down and then slowing down again in front of the fire, some drums came out, and then the fire twirlers had some fun.


sophie and clank the musicians


the feature oven

friends gathering

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Alice Oswald interviewed people living and working on the river Dart for three years. Her long poem ‘Dart’ weaves the voices of the people and the river together.

Alice Oswald  ‘Dart’

“Trees like that, when they fall the whole place feels different, different air, different creatures entering the gap. I saw two roe deer wandering through this morning. And then the wind’s got its foot in and singles out the weaklings, drawn up old coppice stems that’ve got no branches to give them balance. I generally leave the deadwood lying. They say all rivers were once fallen trees. Or tush it to one of the paths, stack of it with bracket fungus and it goes for pulp or pallets or half cleave it into fence-stakes”   (page 12)

Lamington National Park (World heritage) is in South east QLD. Here are some of my favourite trees from there

from Lamington national park

from Lamington national park

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time to plant the choko


In my dream I run

Barefoot over a bridge

Cutting my feet on lantana

Growing spidery and sharp

playing scrabble in the sky

With our torch

On our camping trip

making shadow puppets on the tent wall

yabbying and catching fish

To eat that night over the campfire

Listen to John Martyn

name that tune

looking for the CD rack

I’ve danced my drink away

Can you pour me another?

Dear friend

I roll over to the warmth of my lover’s body

As I crawl from the hardness

Of brush hook and lantana

This century of  nightmares

and enlightenments

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