Yarrow puts foot in mouth

Fox-proof fencing to keep chickens safe

Cam did a design at the start of the year for a couple in Eltham who are mad-keen bottlers and preservers, whenever they go on trips they scour all the little local op shops for forgotten boxes of Fowler's preserving jars...

They wanted a large orchard plum-full of all sorts of delicious fruit, as well as vegies and chickens and drought-proofing for the whole place, fire-proofing etc. Ro and I came along for the day as Cam took his students from the permaculture diploma course at Eltham College to do some prac about fencing and irrigation at the property.


Here's Cam laying out a "skirt" of chicken wire at the bottom of the fence, which will be buried, so foxes can't dig under the fence into the orchard, where the chooks will be roaming and feasting on fallen fruit and insects, and dropping poo as fertiliser:



The top of the fence is angled out, and deliberately loose, so foxes can't climb over it:

The skirt being buried:

The students tacking the fence to the poles (orchard swales in background):

Meanwhile, Yarrow just adjusting the mirror and getting ready to drive us home at the end of the day:

Tree lingering

Out walking with Ro and we came across this tree, for all the world like it had its bark knickers caught in its bottom! 

But stunningly beautiful, even as it made me smile.

Ro's first birthday

It was Ro's first birthday just a little bit ago, and I was on midwifery placement caring for women in labour, thinking, "This time last year I was in Samoa doing this..."

Wow.

...woke up just before dawn in the glowing white box of our mozzie net in the moonlight, full moon out the window, with the first pains just starting quietly, and our little man was born in our bedroom with two local midwives, five incredible hours later.   

And now that small, naked and slippery little fella, so freshly new -  but surely somehow always here too! - is one! And I've been a Mum, and Cam a Dad, four seasons. 

Wow. 

Walkabout at the coast

Mum came down to help us out while I'm on a midwifery placement at hospital. We went down south for a wander in the rainforest and played on a play-ship, washed up on the beach...

Harvesting winter spuds

Our neighbour above us on our hill here, who has been gardening his patch for 20 years and every inch is growing an edible something, told us we can grow potatoes right through winter. So we have, and here are Cam and Ro harvesting one patch (we still have several more around the garden to go).

The joy of rich old books

I was thrilled when Cam found 'Dinotopia' by James Gurney the other day at a secondhand bookshop. 

I used to love his beautiful paintings of a magical island, surrounded by treacherous reefs, where dolphins guided shipwrecked humans to the shore... And there, in desert and mountain top, swamp and forest, in a city carved out of rock in the middle of a huge crashing waterfall, dinosaurs and humans lived in harmony together, sharing the wisdom of the old, old reptiles with the skills of the humans and creating together a vibrant and joyful life. 

I think it is my idea of perfect community - creativity, sharing, purpose, colour, spice and FUN! (Minus the dinosaurs, nowadays, alas!)