Thank you to firefighters

A friend heard a woman on the radio saying, “We were all packing up our cars and leaving, and as we were driving out through the smoke, there were all the firey’s driving back in, to save our homes.”

Thank you for your bravery and effort upon effort even in exhaustion and such terrifying conditions.

 

Getting cultured

The first time I've ever made yoghurt! 

Boiled the milk, let it cool til I could hold my finger in it for 10 seconds (just!) then added a dessert spoon of good, organic, whole milk yoghurt and wrapped it all up into a snug, warm bundle for the night with plenty of baby blankets:

Then Cam walked in to admire my handiwork and realised I'd carefully wrapped up the SAUCEPAN! 

So I had to unwrap it all, pour it into a container more appropriate than a saucepan to set in, and wrap it all back up again. Ah, the getting of (acidopholus and bifidus) culture can be a humbling experience!

The next morning, on porridge, voila:

(A bit runny! Maybe all the inadvertent cooling and warming... But yummy!)

More uses for zucchini

First food: zucchini!

Perhaps not the most exciting introduction to food...! 

He has been licking the juice of whatever fruit Cam and I have been eating for a while, especially mulberries and apple at his great nana's at Christmas. That mulberry tree has been feeding and staining pink many generations of Wilsons now!

Fire

All day the garden has been glowering in a weird light, whipping in the wind, and I’ve had my heart in my mouth thinking of all the people waiting with the fires bearing down on them.

So many heartbreaking stories already. And heart-salving ones too.

God bless them and keep them, everyone who is frightened and everyone who is fighting the fires.

Unexpected delight

Sitting breastfeeding today – sat down quickly because Ro was crying, and forgot my cup of tea. Looked up from deep in the sofa with Ro now quietly feeding to see it on the table top, gently steaming.

Rising up in slow, graceful curls.

A beautiful and unexpected moment of meditation in my ordinary everyday:
sitting with my boy,
steam rising upward,
room still, and alight with sun. 

The spice of life, via worms

Cam is reading Frank Herbert’s Dune and methinks he is picturing his little harvester worms as miniature Makers, turning lettuce scraps into spice for the garden… 

He has just made  an industrial-sized worm farm out the front, from salvaged hardwood doors and some nifty concreting. Now you can drive up through the pines and round the parking circle, tip a load of horse poo off your trailer directly to the worms, and carry on to your next appointments.

He uncovered the existing worm farm to let in the light and waited for 10 minutes while all the worms fled deeper to get away from it:

Then he scraped off a 10cm layer full of baby worms and put it into a separate container, and again and again until we now have seven little worm hatcheries hatching worms under wet newspaper. We are collecting vegetable scraps from the two fruit and veg grocers in our strip of shops and the worms are voraciously munching their way through it and fattening up in preparation for their big move out to the front.

Prehistoric mama

I feel like a mother lion, a cavewoman, when I look at this little boy today, his bright eyes and his trusting.

I want to wrap him in furs and bat him around between my paws, rolling across the dirt growling and laughing.

I feel my instincts whistling back through all the women who have given birth to me, my mother and her mother and hers and hers, back to caves with coals glowing low and fierce women giving birth in the wild of the first forests. 

This knowing how absolutely important he is.

They would love this little boy.