The Shillingbury Blowers... It made me laugh it made me cry. I'll keep practicing my hi, faluting tootling. I hope you get to hear me live one day soon.

Where Were We?...

 

Facing North.

A quick look... 

I remember now.

Avoiding disaster...

 I have just seen a couple of documentaries about the dangers of growing Chinese Wisteria, it is capable of destroying a small woodland. Not what we had planned for the future of our permaculture. We are grubbing it up, clearing it out completely root stem and seed. The plants will be burned for potash. We will sterilise the soil and transfer it to the centre of the circle. Reclaiming stones for our ever expanding construction.Geo engineering a humane integrated civilised micro habitat...

Anne-Sophie neutralises the Wisterial influence, grubbing up the roots.

Tory Novelty Toff (Unplugged Ukulele)

We Smile...

 

The garden smiles back...

Tucker reads 'angry' parent's letter to 'woke' private school

Help me find my friend Stas.(Somewhere in Russia.)

 

Ayup(or Pryviet if you prefer)... Who in Russia  is reading, my blog? Thinks I to mysef,"I wonder what ever happened to Stas". Somebody may be able to make contact with him and pass the message on, an act of kindness would be greatly appreciated.

Identifiable factors that may assist of what I know,(I hope I breach no confidence). Stas is by his own description  of Finnish origin. His family moved to what I believe is now called St. Petersberg.  Stas is probably  the best none Irish penny whistle player I have heard. He plays transverse flute also. We traded instruments,My Romanian Pan pipes for a hand made flute of sycamore or maple. With his undeniable talent he should be good to utterly amazing on the panpipes by now.  He was homesick, wanted to help his mother to harvest the potatoes. We assisted him towards his journey homeward, then we heard no more. His claim to have learned and practiced his music on the street in Russia.I believe him, the majority of my learning was also practiced streetside,Homeless but not completely unhappy with the creative occupation to distract me. We busked in the streets of Nantes with others from Russia and an Italian flute player called Jonathon. I had the feeling at the time that he was being cheated out of his well earned share of donated proceeds. Alex promoted himself as the boss leader of the vagabond troupe. He having sole access to the bank without account  to his colleagues in the group. Kept his cards too close to his chest, did Wunderkind Alex. I didn't like him on immediate contact. I will leave that story for Stas to relate. 

I am not playing my Bhodran much these days, it could do with some playmates. Table companions, eating together, and making good healthy noises together as an ensemble.  I continue blowing my own flooting melodies. Can't play the street music till the Present iPhoney Masquerade has ended.. It needs to be heard. Masks are detrimental to my health.  I now have to practice indoors with the Empty Hat Band.

Can you help us find a long lost Friend? These are the only clues to aid finding him that I may give.

I hope someone out there will give my message a nudge in the right direction. Good Luck. From Reinold. ...I.Wazir.

A friend of Liberty...

  Gwendoline visits the garden.

Seriously, is freedom" just another word for nothing left to lose"...? I don't think so.

 

I am singularly unimpressed by the mass protest in London. Popular  groupthink achieves little  when manifest  without a pre emptive due process strategy. Retrospective protest shuts the stable door after the horse has bolted. The Iraq war was not stopped by a million people protesting once the war had started. Exciting Telly, hey what?

Near enough a million protested in the"Fight for the right to work" March, some years earlier.  A desperate dumbed down poorly informed worker population begging to be exploited by capitalist employers,yelling their dumb arsed slogan at the Government buildings. The architecture has no ears. If that is manifest as the Mass expression of freedom then there can be little understanding of what natural freedom actually is.

The broadcast on the spot news coverage always reminds me to "Live", that's what it says, it makes me smile. I am doing my best here to do that  with some success. Discovering what we may do once a sustainable definition of "freedom" is adopted, would take a body a long way from the front line of the police training ground. We do ours, no brag just fact.  My body is too knackered to be traipsing round a city shouting nonesense , there is never a worthwhile profitable result  from such a gross waste of time, energy and creative inspiration. We keep the treasure of ours at home where it grows and prospers best. I dare say you wont be taking time out to bleat around the streets if you are doing the right thing at home. It is Springtime, sowing and planting for the coming year needs be done. 

Imagine a million people preparing a row each of vegetables. Digging, sowing,  planting, weeding zero food miles, zero undignified food queues. If  you haven't a patch of your own help someone who has. Take the control of the food supply out of Big Ag hands. Youthful muscle and intelligence could be put to more practical applications. Build a forge bash scrap iron, make a pottery kiln make your own.  Can't get a pint, Brew your own. Learn to cook for the best health of your family. Most of what we may end up doing best would not be learned  in the Madding Crowd.Withdraw service to exploitative cash starved economic gamble. They gamble with money that is not rightly theirs, they lose, we all do.

Abandoning the out dated , Left, Right and centre paradigm made more sense to me than just looking at a reflected image for answers. The court of King Louis is dead and gone. my one sided view,the one Last World noble cause in perpetual support of life. We pulled out of supporting the Big Mistake a long time ago. Hey chaps, it works for us. It has never been easy, no walk of life is. The dividend of our action sustains us. The satisfaction  is immense. It keeps us off the streets don"t you know. Leads us to a better place than the police front line saves  having to cry out loud to deafened ears. Witness useful idiots fearful of standing or acting in their own cognisance, that means alone. Hiding in the crowd then rushing home to search for their own image captured by photo opportunists "at the demo".

We are as poor as house mice. Making a good fist of it mind you. The mortgage will be paid off this month.  The few resources we have been able to collect will help buy time till our workshop facility is completed. We don't masquerade, my previous marriage was spent with a covert narcissisist, enough of masks. I want to see the true faces. Our immune systems appear strong, I expected nothing else.

 Today I notice two readers from Russia and one from Sweden.  Five in France, five in Portugal one in G.B. and fifty three in U.S.A. With  no political bias to any, welcome and thanks to all . I.Wazir.

By the time you read this we'll be gone. We live in the future of the retrospective image.

Papaver popping..

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The boxes act as temporary protection for vulnerable seedlings, against marauding chickens, birds and scratchy catsA hay mulch for the beans..

 There are Butternut seeds in this patch.

Diverse views at every turn... We love it.

Big as leeks...

 Forget Me Not (Mysotis)

Slow mover.  Heading for it's permanent position.

Sunflower seedlings.

More Bean poles.  A few short rows of spuds. Carrots and onions. Beetroot will be sown with the Strawberries, Maybe another row of peas next.

 Solitary Kale about to flower.

 Waiting their turn for the Great Outdoors.

Red hazels Blackcurrant cuttings and Lilac doing some "Nursery time".

Now that's what I call "Green"

 

A Hoe in the Hedge Fund...

Siberian Wallflowers, (Brassica family).

The plot thickens, it proves we never lost it. The mortgage will be paid off this month. The ongoing investment of work returns a greater dividend as a harvestable profit every season On the right of the photo, the blue water bin (one of five), will act as a retaining wall the gap will be in filled with soil. We are building a small hill. It's going well. The greenhouse will be housed for the most part, underground.. Maximise the growing space by avoiding the need to walk between edible crops. We can reach most of the growing crops with long handled tools. Once the top ridge is in place some flat stepping stones will not only accomodate a convenient place to stand, but will also act as water run offs for the overspill from the bins. This little patch has big ambition for the coming season. Strawberries, Swiss Chard, Schallots, Cabbage, Potatoes, Beetroot, Stick Beans,Tomatoes, Climbing beans and Courgettes, with a smattering of rogue self seeded flowers and lettuce.

 Weeds and waste gradually become soil. This patch will be growing in height once the centre bed is vacated. This is facing North. I will be doing a lot more of that with time. The poles are the begining of the Runner bean support. A clear sky, a beautiful day.

The sunny side of the mound,early bluebells and young silver birch.

The black bin gives some idea of scale.

Walnut catkins...

 It used to be windswept shadeless mud.

 Peony promises many blooms.

 

15 Signs You Have Vitamin B12 Deficiency

April 20 a date to remember...Anne-Sophie's Birthday.

A well earned rest in the last of the days sunshine.Young Lemon tree and Tamarillo waiting till the threat of frost has passed.

 

Nettles in the soup. Add a lentil broth, then simmer.

Flags unfolding...

Box, Pastel, bluebells, Anemony, Meadowsweet, White Horehound, Lavender and Rhubarb, Oregano, Thyme and Papaver Orientalis topped with a deep straw mulch to keep heat and moisture in the bed.

The stones need capping with wooden seating. Clipped shrub walls to surround and a roof... One day.

Alien craft, saving the earth.

Flag Iris worth taking the trouble to look...

On going details...

 

Ayup.

In the background the site of a small garden shed.

Cloches off; notice the difference, the top right specimen was uncovered. Keep your lettuce warm.

The Box wood hedge is flushing with tender young green. they will shade future ground cover,(flowers, strawberries and herbs when the bushes are mature and clipped round.

The site of greenhouse. The water bin collection is growing.

Russian Kale about to flower. We will have a small colony of seedlings ready for transplanting in late summer.

A source of inspiration.

Nothing will ever be the same again...

Mini Swales, approximatelyNorth-South. Conserving moisture.

A mass of catkins. Perfect young leaf. Clear blue sky. Silver Birch the pioneer. Joy to my heart.

The Sticks will support Beans and Tomatoes. Behind them water bins await the construction of the future greenhouse wall. Heat storage will extend the season. It's getting good!!!

Anne-Sophie clearing a path, we will be rolling boulders uphill together quite soon.

After much delay...It's back.

But is it Art?

Broad beans and Garlic...

Sticks protect the Onions,in front, a luscious crop of Parsley and some lettuce seedlings.

Tulips, there was one now there's four...

The story so far.
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                Alpha -Omega, the turning point.