Gradually, deucement, shanti shanti...

I'm trying to make the final chapter of my working lifetime last as long as possible. Our little transtemporal mudcraft is just preparing to take off into another exciting season. It's not a crisis, not a sickness, in fact it probably represents an antidote for most of whatever ails the modern world, avoiding all corporate mandatory substitute. A thriving economy with minimal income. The durable choiceless option.

 The boxes are protecting newly sown beans from the weather but mainly Smudge the cat who enjoys rolling in the bare earth.

Facing North, my favoured direction. South facing can be a real blinder, nice for vegetables but hard on the eyes. This is more soothing.