Monday 29 March 2021

@Captain Swing, Earth rising needn't mean Armed struggle. Idiot.

 





"Deeds not words", Indeed...

Nothing is wasted...

 

A chance for early crop.

Tiny spuds left over from last years crop, chitted and ready for planting. They are in the ground now mulched with hay to protect from late frost.  Mid April will see the main crop planted for storing over winter.


A Ragged Man Promotion...

  A corporation when confronted with the prospect of  civil litigation, may have at it's disposal a herd of lawyers.  In law the corporate entity has a personality, however it may only have one corporate voice. Don't be detered by numbers.Express your home truth how you morally may. Not so much lip waggling and hystrionic group drama.Talk is cheap, silent dedicated positive action speaks louder than any mere vocal opining..The Right of our freedom of expression is naturally sacrosanct. The silent word, is what we do and what we make by the moral exercise of that right.  Whether Corporate or Individual jointly or severally, we are all equally accountable for the consequences of our self determined results. Our actions may be legal, the resultant effect may not be lawful. Hurt and harm may be the unforseen result of well intended actions. We assess the risk, we make our informed choice,self determined, autonomous,Fully accepting  moral, civil and legal responsibility: When things don't go according to plan one must accept liability for hurt damage and loss, proportionate to one's responsibility, corporate or individual, jointly and severally.

Time to get off the knees and stand on our hind legs people. Stop parading around in the panned out urban mausoleum. Head for the hills and pioneer a new more sustainable way of living in the wake of the passing Juggernaut. Occupy and cultivate the uneven ground. The Crown Corporations are still using Carrot and Stick, coersive psychology. They have been feeding the wrong end and battered the poor electorate around the head until it doesn't know it's arse from it's elbow. Take  your risk no greater than the "old normal". Be brave enough to act with faith in your own moral judgement. Independent self determined informed autonomous. Come back down to Earth, It's time to plant and sow. Make your little money worth more. Dig for victory...I.Wazir

Good luck and much love to Emile... Come home soon.

 Eighty three years of age just finished tilling his veg garden. Heroically bearing up under the burden of many chronic health issues, just been hospitalised, with difficulty breathing. Word is, he is doing well.Family are in attendence. 

50 Swedish healthcare workers got the shots and were still carrying

All Spit and Wind...06...I. Wazir

Wednesday 24 March 2021

The last carrot from Grandma's garden.


 Time to sow this seasons' early crop, under cloches.

Independent future... Home grown

 She's at it again...

Plastic buckets of enriched potting compost protected from the sun by wooden boards.  Bringing on Raspberriy plants for distribution locally, they are best cultivated in containers , the tendecy to propagate by roots can become a nuisance, invasive and greedy. A lilac bush is currently enjoying the nursery.Next for potting is blackcurrant cuttings, there's a half dozen well rooted and desperate for some soil. 


We'd better check it out...


Brugnon,(nectarine) blossom.


Pea sticks at the ready.


 More strawberry plants  waiting on prepared ground.

Upwardly and outwardly mobile...


 Swiss Chard and "Cow cabbage", self seeded, enjoy each others company. Nourishing beauty.


Tuesday 23 March 2021

Stoner Nooz... They're moving again.

We'll be planting box hedging in the holes that the stones vacate

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 The hole is dug down to the schiste rock.


She's making it comfortable..


Well placed, good kerbstone.
 

All Spit and Wind... 05... I. Wazir


In the beginning...










 ... a few years later!












Monday 22 March 2021

"On their knees"... "Begging for freedom!..."

 Sounds like they will be gratefully licking the spit off the masters hand before long.Masqueraded, vaccinated, then it's, "All aboard who's coming aboard the "Moribund Dynasty", a mastless, rudderless quarantined ship of state crewed by clueless Neo Regency caretakers. Well placed but badly chosen.

To my view folk in the protest were just milling around in bewilderment like so many abandoned worker wasps, once the Queen and her immediate entourage have left the nest.

 Are they waiting for someone to tell them what to do next? I've just planted a row of schallots..Standing upright and bending my back a little. When it's working, it's not hurting. If it hurts, and it often does, I am free to rest and change direction without begging for permission. I'll  plant another row presently. Beats bimbling around in sniffling crowds.

All Spit and Wind... 04 ...I. Wazir

Saturday 20 March 2021

The last Parsnip...

 



It"s a Whopper!



Surviving the iPhoney pandemic, locking the madness out. Loving the work, living the life.

 Having a ball...

The round boxwood boss encouraged to cover. the acute angle of the walled path


Pansies naturalising throughout the garden

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The hedge is looking pretty...


 Hellebore upstages the daffodils.


Happy Aubrieta.


Mutating primulas, minature daffodils spring up in the background.


Peach blossom.


Amenity horticulture, domestic homesteading is neither Farming nor AgriBusiness.

 

Unstoppable! 

Anne-Sophie prepares a bed for carrots.


Form follows function. Naturally...



Sustainable life supporting home culture, achievable by the dedicated investment of appropriate work @ Zero % Financial profit. Voluntary manual labour, our only renewable energy.

Wednesday 17 March 2021

March 17, Have a happy Paddy's Day, I will...

The earth is rising to the occasion

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Her jacket is resting, Escarolle salad still abundant.


Ground prepared for parsnips...


 Plastic water bottle cloches protect Oak Leafed Lettuce from frost.


 Fresh growth on the young Boxwood hedge, Siberian Wallflowers starting to bloom.
 

Friday 12 March 2021

Tuesday 9 March 2021

"Breaking through the glass sealing / ceiling..."

  Laugh?... I almost smiled.  Looking down at the finished floor of our kitchen, covered in glazed tiles, below that a damp proof membrane, below that solid concrete. "Ceiling"or "sealing", the word in the title was chosen with thoughtful care. Little account has been given to the subterranian water levels. This "petit chaumiere' regularly sits on the surface of  the rising deluge. We are virtually walking on the water. Don't get me wrong, I'm not Jesus... The historic infrastructure borne of centuries labour comes to our door, No need to break through the sealing. It is not the way in, you wont be welcome . Divest yourself of all rabble rousing  slogans and metaphors, you are being played. Unwitting subjects in a political science experiment. Other than green houses there are no glass ceilings out here in the sticks. The urban idiots  who blindly go along with the rhetoric of popular group propaganda will be drowned in their own delusion;even with an elected majority,if the leaders are demented , then you are being mislead.                   Public displays of mass hysteria do nothing positive to further the cause of progress of the womens" liberation movement.We will continue to walk on the glass ceiling, the feminists haven't made a scratch on the hardcore and concrete yet.They won't get in that way. 

Canned Heat - Let's Work Together (1970)

Monday 8 March 2021

Corny Coping...

 This season's seed corn

 For popcorn, chicken feed and some for the table.


Happy Birthday, Peter Robert.

I hope you get over your anti social distancing soon. We would love to see Lucia and your smiling faces around our table. A good appetite is all the ticket you'll need. Good wishes and Best Big Brotherly Love, from the bearded stranger. That was no masked man... That was me. 

Sunday 7 March 2021

Saturday 6 March 2021

Taking the pains, in the light of one's own mortality...To Emma Grace (Emergy"Pinky") Lagos, Portugal.

                                                                        There is a limit to the amount of other peoples problems with which one may empathise. Ayup Emma Grace. My sympathy goes out to, regarding your back.

Bearing the pain of inappropriate working practice heroically in sacrifice to family is often missed by those for whom the service is performed.A real pity you were never encouraged to relate head to head with your father. You may have found a way of avoiding what often turns out to be a painful working lifetime. I laugh.I have been poleaxed to incapacity several times, so far with occasional help my disc has clicked back in place. Don't "mask up" if you are in pain. A lack of oxygen, from shallow breathing creates muscular tension that will only exacerbate the difficulty of moving correctly delaying recovery time. Whether, during pregnancy,labourious work,Kung Fu or yoga. All best advice for pain management, incorporates breathing  properly. Out as well as in... As long as you remain active, once damage is done,you will always be vulnerable. Light weight training execises may help . Squat press, done correctly would improve the supportive muscles around your spine. In your urban environment a licenced gym coach shouldn't be hard to find. I still endure a lifetime of back problems. That combines with growing arthritic pains, Brooksism,Oedema,progressive loss of vision and pernicious anemia to say little to nothing of harm endured from acts of violence to my person. Permanent damage , there is no escape.It has to be said that none of the relative pains earned from rubbing up against the harsher side of life may compare with the internal pains caused by calous uncaring family members.Emotional troughs of despondancy can undermine and inhibit ones ability to recover from  physical damage. A distraction at any rate from good pain management.

I have a good Doctor. He has referred me to a Kinesiotherapist. My spine needs straightening out.  Hang on with this, I am about to put myself at risk once more. I have a barrow of muck that needs incorporating into the garden in preparation for peas. I don't always have a convenient window of painless opportunity... Back now... I"ll do some more soon. One more gully to fill.  I am puffed out but it's not hurting.  A little bit at a time, when I can and if I can. The benefit of the work remains as a profit from our domestic investment. Permaculture is meant to accomodate us vunerable humans, comfortably. We, that's my Madame and I are permanently commited, both to each others needs as well as our garden reality.  The two factors are indivisible. The work may be never ending,  When push comes to shove, mere, "Friends with Benefits", rarely works. We don't subscribe to a "Rent a Lifestyle Choice",  our mortgage will be paid off by Summer. That will present us with interesting opportunities. Watch this space. Painful or not I am a long way from dead, I do hope that small fact is not too much of a burden to you.
If you are wondering why I am relating to you this way... I recently sent you an Email in response to hearing that you have sciatica. As much helpful advice as I could write at the time. Heaven only knows if you even read your Emails. Ignorance being a popular drug of choice. One can't help but notice. By relating via my tatty blog others may draw your attention to my efforts. Your father isn't asking to be a Facebook friend, You have yet to notice that I am in truth a real friend.  Naturally. 

A sustainable homelife is something I found is worth taking the pains to build.  I am easy to find Emma.The profit from our invested labour of love is ultimately all the legacy we may pass on to future generations. Ignore what happy dads do best. At your peril.  There is much joy yet to share. Perhaps even tears, where would be the harm for the relief they may bring. Unresolved issues are best dealt with in person. Publicity would prove destructive. You have avoided giving me your address since teenage. Not the worst of it when coupled with the false allegations put out on your behalf by your mother. Up to you Emma to take responsibility for your part . Your call.

Before I close... In Ireland I encountered a marvelous Chiropracter. A man called Billy Taighe. Inexpensive magic bone clickery. In County Cork.  A service that shouldn't be over used. Worth to find a trustworthy amenable practicioner near you. Twice he got me from crawling and limping, to dancing and jumping within minutes. 

This has been written over two days. It's sunny, I will be going out to the garden soon.Plenty of work to do. I'll give you a break now.  Distant Love. Dad.





 

Thursday 4 March 2021

What's that...?

Black Hat..
Black Cat.