08-07-03
Fred, Aaron's new puppy (the Blue Heeler) is having enormous fun beating up and being beaten up by Caution and Mowgli. Caution is actually losing weight. I am trying to train Mowlgi to the leash, because Alice has ignored his training. I prefer my dogs to be civilised, |
and there are other benefits:
the dog is more amenable to your being boss, the dog has an interest,
rather than being bored deathless lying around the house,
contemplating eating wildlife. So far, Mowgli is resisting
efforts to edoocate him, he does crocodile death rolls, so I have some
work ahead of me. The only thing more stubborn than a daschund
is a hooman.
The crows have been egg stealing.
I am now trying to find a recipe for crow. And a use for the
feathers. Perhaps the nests? Maybe I should reverse their
kindnesses. How big are crow's eggs anyway? How many does
it take for an omelette for one?
I have been de-sooting the chimney in
the kitchen. Black as the ace of spades, and I have had some
pretty interesting patterns appear on my face and arms. I wear
rubber gloves, but that stuff seems to be smaller than your average
neutrino, and I still end up with hands that show up every line,
wrinkle and fingerprint, so that I could shortcut the local Police.
Meanwhile, all of that yummy soot has to go somewhere (other than
being a tribal decoration, making Mel Gibson look like he's just been
through a car wash in comparison), so it is falling behind the
stove, and we have an interesting dark landscape. Now, if I
could just apply enough heat and pressure, we would have our own
diamond mine. Brian suggested tonight that we (that is, I) use
the wet vacuum cleaner to suck it up. I look forward to doing
this in the near future. It's bugging me, I have to admit, as I
consider it a possible fire hazard.
I was really blessed last Friday.
Went into my Warrnambool branch of my local Library, and lo and
behold! they had the latest in Permaculture books - Paradise in
Your Garden - Smart Permaculture Design by Jenny Allen. Yes,
it aimed at sub-tropical Queensland, but I always believe, if I only
get ONE idea out of a book, it's worthwhile. And this has
such gorgeous photographs!
Also found a copy of Frugal Living
for Dummies. Now, those of you who are aha-ing me, having
seen my hints in previous Articles, and already knowing most of them,
will think the same of this book. Read it anyway. There
is, for example, a really good section on helping your kids cope with
peer pressure, the old whine, "But Mum, all the other kids
in my class have one."
Kitty litter, as another example, can
be made by you. Use a paper shredding machine (often you can
pick up the shredded paper at offices or printers for free - which is
a hint direct from me) and shred newspaper. Put 1/2 cup bicarb.
soda in the bottom of the tray. You will, says author Deborah
Taylor-Hough, need to change the litter more often - perhaps once
every two days.
I have also been blessed in that I
received through the mail the Australian Organic Gardening Resource
Guide from Green Harvest. There are wonderful seeds to be
bought, books, including de Baircli Levy's excellent The Herbal
Handbook for the Cat and Dog and one solely on Tagasaste.
Wow!
The one I really want to get,
however, is Weeds and What They Tell by EE Pfeiffer (USA) 1970.
You may remember that some time ago I mentioned that you could
diagnose your soil type, including deficiencies, by the weeds growing
therein. I knew that I had seen this somewhere, but could not
remember specifics. This is one I will be buying retail, and I
can't remember the last time I bought a book that wasn't discounted.
If you want to get in contact with
this marvellous firm - www.greenharvest.com.au.
The Dreamer
journeying through a vast storyland
all my hopes and fears laid bare
images mix with logic there
and life is a siren's call
each vivid adventure scores my soul
and when awake part of me
hankers back to that nebulous
non-time to see
to know
to realise
what will happen
can it be altered
can my life be changed
what of the characters, existing
somewhere
leading lives of rich colour
But dreams fade, though the idea
fixee
may haunt
and Life in the Real
calls me always to be who I am
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