Reuse it or lose it!

On our suburban block we never just use something once and throw it away.  Soft drink bottles become mini greenhouses, fly traps or drip waterers for our veges.  An old clothes horse that I found is being used as a structure for bird netting for my strawberry patch.  Food scraps become food for chickens, worms or the compost bin.  Every plant I buy I know that I can use it for a multitude of things.  Just look at my previous post on lemons.  Thats the point of sustainability, permaculture and not wasting anything.  We have learnt to throw away so much that it is no longer precious.  We forget the man hours involved in it’s production, the environmental impact when it is put into landfill and the total and utter waste of resources.  We think that if we buy cheap oranges from overseas we are saving money.  But what of the enormous environmental and social cost.  We forget the fuel needed to transport these items to our shops.  We forget that in our desire to pay less and less we have put another local orchardist out of business.  We forget about additives and growth hormones and pesticides that have gone into the production of this orange.

In our desire to buy cheap chicken and eggs we force farmers to look for more intensive and thus profitable methods.  Battery farms are rife and yet we do not really protest because we love our cheap eggs.  Even though our cheap cage eggs are filled with hormones and our chickens sometimes smell of the fish meal they have been fed.  But if you actually look at a chicken foraging for a few hours you will never buy a cage egg again.

I heard recently of an orchard that has been around these parts for a hundred years or more.  They used to sell their fruit to stores like Safeway and Coles.  However, now these stores expect that they will use growth hormones on their fruit.  The orchard refused, saying that they had evidence that the hormones made workers in the fruit industry sick.  This orchard now sells through farmers markets and trash and treasure markets.

We have been buying locally for years.  We have an excellent fruit shop, a fish shop that stocks only locally caught produce and a butcher who does the same.  When we started, there was no political agenda or no real desire to live sustainably.  It was cheaper to buy things that had been produced locally and in season because it was cheaper to produce these things.  And recycling is something you learn when you don’t have alot of the folding greens.

We also grow alot of what we require.  We also fish and forage.  We buy seasonal fruit and grow many varieties of the more “exotic” berries, among other fruits.  Its coming up to raspberry picking time in the backyard and we won’t have to pay $7 for a tiny punnet of the things.  We will be eating them every day.  And we will know that our fruit isn’t tainted and only cost us a bit of work and some chook and worm poo.  I agree with Jackie French (an author of some fantastic books on sustainable living).  She said that she knows that what she plants now will be able to feed people in one hundred years.

We not only feed ourselves from our harvest but locally we provide more food to those who need it.  And the more I read and learn from fellow bloggers the less I mind being someone who doesn’t have a “normal” suburban back yard.  Leading a sustainable life is one of the best things we ever did.  And being involved in blogging has made me realize that I’m not a complete and utter loony (and anyone is welcome to chorus “Yes, you are!!!!!!!!”

Just before Christmas I lost my husband – time does heal but it is a slow process and I miss him every day.  However, I know that life must go on and the world does not stop turning (although I sometimes want it to).  In the three months it has taken me to learn this the garden has gone to the pack so I am going to be busy with that for awhile.  But thanks to my family and friends who have been such a help during this time.  I love and cherish you all and Davie would have t

The Long Goodbye

I haven’t posted for a while.  There is a reason for this.  My husband collapsed unexpectedly and died on 15th Dec whilst at work in Canberra.  We had only been married for three years but I had known him for ten.  Ten of the best years of my life.  Davie was full of laughter, love and life.  That’s what you hold on too.  You hold on to the good times even though every fibre of your body hurts and your soul feels like it has been wrenched asunder.

Goodbye, my helpmate.  Goodbye my enthusiastic and loving man.  There are a thousand things I will miss.  I loved you for your kindness and your joy at living.  I loved you for your humour and your laugh.  I loved you for the little things you did that made me feel special.  I loved you for your intelligence and caring.  I loved you for your passion.  I loved you for a thousand reasons and I will never forget you my anam cara.

I’m glad it was quick, sweetie.  I’m glad you didn’t hurt.  I am glad we said I love you on the phone in the morning.  I am glad you died with people who cared for you.  But at the moment I would give anything to say to you that I love you again.  To hold your hand just one more time.  To see you smile.  To tell you that our wedding was beautiful.  I love you darling.  I love you so much.

The Case of The 250 Spring Onions.

If we want to buy plants we go to our local Sunday Market.  It is a permaculturalists dream.  Last Sunday I went and there was a man there who had obviously grown all his produce himself.  He had a little pot which was absolutely crammed with Spring Onion seedlings.  He hardly spoke any English but had planted all these seeds and I paid $2.50 for the lot.  I also bought a pot jam packed with silverbeet, crystal apple cucumbers, two types of zucchinni (about six in each pot), an aloe vera, two pepinos, a globe artichoke and a horseradish all for the princely sum of less than $30.

I often hear people complain about the cost of buying locally but we have always done it and bought according to the seasons as well.  Thus we are not paying for transport or storage and we are getting produce that our locality grows well.  We use a local butcher, a local fruiterer and a local fishmonger all of who source local foods.  Thus we get what is in season at good prices and we know that we are supporting a local economy rather than the unbelievably wasteful global economy.  And if we do have to pay that little bit extra for the odd thing then we can cope with that.  It is worth it knowing that we have saved on most things.

Buying fruit and veg has nearly become a thing of the past for us anyway.  It is amazing what you can fit onto a small block in the suburbs and if you look around you can get seeds or seedlings for next to nothing.  Gardeners are a very generous bunch and will often send seeds through seed saving networks if they have them.  And I save any seed from fruit we buy or get given.  Its wonderful to see pumpkins growing from seed that was given to you for your chooks!  Free pumpkin for you and the people who helped you!

The global economy is a crock of **** imho!  Its wasteful, cruel and expensive and has led to poverty.  Wasteful because we have to import oranges from California, and peas from Belgium while our own farmers are losing their farms.  Cruel because the business of agrifarming has meant that chooks get locked up in cages where they cannot stretch their wings and get treated with intolerable cruelty.  Expensive because we are paying for transport and storage and growth hormones and other pointless additives.  Here in Australia a kilo of apples can cost $8 a kilo and if you have a family with children how can you let them eat healthily on a low income.  It’s cheaper for them to eat junk food.

Well, that was my soapbox for the day.  This started off as a way to say that I counted the Spring Onions as I was planting them and we ended up with about 250!  I envisage that as Spring Onions are great self seeders I will never have to buy them again and that family, friends and anyone who wants spring onions will be well catered for this year!

And regarding our last post, we are staying.  Part of me wanted my anam cara to get the job but part of me didn’t and I think that we are all a little relieved.

Until next time.

The Glitch

Let mu just say that I love my husband.  I would follow him anywhere.  But when he asked if I minded if he applied for a job in Canberra (our caqpital city) I wanted to yell “No, no, no, no, no!!” but I knew that this job would get us out of alot of money problems.  It would also mean that I would be living in a rented house with no chooks, no pets, no ability to “permaculturize” our garden and thus missing my greatest joy.

So, it was hard for me to write because I imagined that I would have to leave it all.  And this small suburban space is becoming important to me.  It is more than a place to live.  It is peaceful and serene working in the soil and hearing the chooks softly clucking.  I have tried to build this place up into a food forest permaculture style and anyone who has ever done this knows it is a work in progress all the time.

I (even at 41) still get a rush when I see first leaves or fruit appear.  I still can sit and watch dragonflies dancing over the tomatoes for hours.  I still marvel at the taste of a home grown tomato.  Maybe I am living with my head in the clouds!  I really wanted my husband to get that job but I was dreading him getting it.

I wonder how many people actually would feel like this if they had to leave thier suburban block?  Am I being too sentimental?

The Raspberries Are Here!

It is going to be a bumper crop this year so the next thing we have to do (well, the most important thing really) is to put bird netting over these gorgeous little red delights!  I don’t mind the chooks, birds and possums having a bit of a taste of tomatoes (we grow enough for that!), plums. apples etc but I draw the line at raspberries.  These are mine…so back off assorted backyard visitors!

This year the berries are especially large and juicy.  The heat and the rain have helped and this should make up for the dismal lack of raspberries we had last year.  We may also have to build a sand pit for the gals (chooks) as under the raspberry bushes was a favourite place for them to have a dust bath.  But they have found out that they like the red berries (chooks are attracted to anything that is red).

So, this little black duck has one other reason to be happy in suburbia!   As an addendum, a great picture from the twenties of a papier mache cow used for giving milking demonstrations at agricultural shows.   A great way to travel!

Garlic Chicken??

NB – My digital camera is having a hissy fit so I apologise for the lack of photos.  I will make up for this in the coming weeks – although my garlic steadily growing is probably only interesting to me!!!

About a week ago I planted my first garlic since I was fifteen.  We are talking 2 and a half decades ago!  I was afeared of garlic as my first (and last for awhile) attempt at growing the stuff gave me a very small bulb with such intense flavour that it was basically inedible.  But since having chickens I have decided to try again.   Garlic is a great food for chickens.

2 weeks ago this blogger went a little bit mad.  As a first time mother to two black australorp crosses we got two eggs from Mollie on the same day (!!).  Needless to say they both had soft shells.  OK, don’t panic.  I told myself that this was just a hiccup in the girls reproductive system and that she would be fine the next day.  All the while looking up poultry ailments on Google.

That was not a good plan.  Oh my God, she’s got Gape Worm.  Oh God, where’s our nearest Avian vet.  2 hours away.  Oh God, I am going to lose both of them.  And so the rantings of a chook mad manic mum went on.  Always telling myself that it was probably just a glitch.

Until it happened the next day.  This time only one egg but it was very soft.  A shell but an eggshell thin one (actually thinner than eggshell thin if you think about it!).  So, panic.  Natural remedies for worms on Google.  Garlic.  Organic garlic.  Grow garlic so they can feed on the stems and leaves as well.   So in went 10 cloves of garlic.  Also, garlic went into the water.

The next day the egg was (wait for it…..) absolutely fine and she has been laying like a dream since then.  Looking back, our big cat (Henry) did decide he wanted a look in their coop.  He is too afraid to do it by himself but will check it out if I am there!  Mollie was just having a stress reaction so now Henry is not allowed near the coop at all and has to settle with sneaking looks around our Lemonade Lemon tree which is a very handy hiding place.

But the garlic still gets put into the drinking water.  And we have yet to have any garlicky eggs…….and the garlic I have grown is coming on a treat and the leaves smell divine.  Hopefully the bulbs are a little bigger this time too.

“You’re too nice”

This is not so much a post as a reflection.  Today I recieved through people who thought of me two large buckets of leftovers for our chookies, a lift home and the offer of two huge raised garden beds (all free).  All we need is to bring a ute.   I was reflecting on something that someone had said to me a while back.  “You are too nice”.  Yes, these were the words.  The implication being that anyone who is too nice will be walked all over.  That to be happy and friendly and laugh alot makes you seem weak and somehow not as intelligent as someone who moans, complains and is always letting something bad that has happened to them be an excuse for not being nice to other people.

Let me start by saying that we do not have much in the way of consumer goods.  I do not have a car, I am currently unemployed and probably too old to get a job now anyway but I am unbelievably happy.   I have a beautiful husband who laughs and makes me laugh.  My greatest joy is spending time with him and being part of the Earth.  Early morning with chooks clucking around you and your own produce slowly growing is a wondrous and peaceful time.

That is not to say that I don’t work.  Setting up and maintaining a permaculture garden is huge work.  Especially with Kikuyu and Wandering Dew rife on our block.  I have sometimes come in unable to stand because I have been digging for so long.  But to me that is work that I want to do.

Back to being nice to people.  I am one of those horribly optimistic type of people and I like to get on with people and make them feel good.  And all this leads me to my point.  All the above things came from people who did this out of the kindness of their hearts, just because I had given them some lemons or eggs or shared a laugh and a joke with them.  This sounds kind of wankerish but it isn’t meant to be.  It is a response to that person who said “You are too nice”.  And shows that Karma really does exist and as a Thanks to the people who made my day today.  If the people around me are the ones I attract by being happy with my lot then I have all the more reason to be happy with my lot.

And to those who say this is a load of sentimental clap-trap, well, it’s my bloody blog, so there….

If Life Gives You Lemons….

I am a farmer’s wife at heart.  A poor farmers wife, but a farmer’s wife
nonetheless!  Unfortunately, like many
, we cannot afford to buy our Paradise in the country so we
have to make do with building a suburban equivalent.  The principles are all the same, it’s just
that the space is a little smaller.

So when our lemon tree is bearing fruit I become a true
permaculturalist.  I make the most of
it.  This isn’t hard because the lemon is
a magic fruit.  It has a myriad of uses –
whether it be for cleaning, for cosmetic purposes or just because it tastes
divine!  My tree is bursting with fruit
at the moment so it is all hands on deck to make use of the bounty.

The health benefits and healing properties of lemons are
manifold.  Lemons are rich in vitamin C
and this is important for a healthy immune system.  Vitamin C has been shown to be of benefit in
arthritis, diabetes and artherosclerosis (or hardening of the arteries).  A glass of water with half a lemon squeezed
into it is a perfect healthy start to the day.
I have a friend who suffered from gallstones who does this each morning
and has not suffered since.  And a hot
lemon drink made with real lemons (and a dash of alchohol (purely medicinal of
course!)) is great for a cold.

I love Jackie French’s articles and this is one of
hers.  For a lovely room deodorizer (and
a very good cleaner too!) simmer a load of lemons for about an hour and then
add a teabag or two.  Strain through a
piece of cheesecloth and put in a spritz bottle (available at those little $2
type shops).  Spritz this around your
house for a fantastically clean smell.  I
use this for a cleaner as well as it brings up my stainless steel surfaces like
new.  A lemon half dipped in salt is
great for more stubborn stains.  And I
absolutely hate those horrible commercial cleaners.  Why bother when you can make a natural
alternative which is just as good, smells a lot nicer and is better for the
environment?

 

Lemons are also fantastic for washing glassware.  After washing the glass rinse it in water
that has a few lemon slices floating in it.
The acid from the lemon makes them sparkle like new glasses.  Brass and copper can be cleaned with equal
parts lemon and vinegar.  Dab on with a
soft cloth, wait a few minutes and then wipe off with a lint free cloth.  Lemon can also be used on aluminium to bring
back the shine.  If you try these I am
sure you will be amazed and never return to horrible commercial cleaners again.

Lemon is fantastic for giving your hair a lift too.  Rinse your hair with warm water and lemon
juice for a great shine and added volume.
Just be aware that lemon will lighten your hair over  time.  This
is also a remedy for oily hair.

If you are a person (like me) who suffers from sensitive
skin then even commercial deodorants are an issue.  I use a deodorant that is supposed to be for
sensitive skin but even that can irritate.
A lemon half rubbed anywhere there is a problem with odour changes the
pH level of the skin and thus makes odour causing bacteria less able to
survive.  Rub lemon juice into the
affected areas and pat dry.

If I have used a lemon for cooking I will always use the
lemon skin for something.  I rub lemon
skin on my elbows and this softens them.
It also whitens skin and over time will hide freckles and
blemishes.  A great recipe for a natural
skin lotion is equal parts of honey, lemon juice and vegetable oil applied to
your skin for ten minutes and then washed off with warm water.

There are a
multitude of ways to use lemon in your cooking.
You can make preserved lemons, lemon marmalade, old fashioned lemonade
(yum!)  but the most wonderful of all
these (in my humble opinion!) is homemade lemon curd!  A recipe for this is:

3 large eggs

125 granulated white sugar

1/3 cup fresh lemon juice -3 lemons

4 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 tablespoon finely lemon zest

In a stainless
steel bowl placed over a saucepan of simmering water, whisk together the eggs,
sugar, and lemon juice until blended.

Cook, stirring constantly (to prevent it from curdling), until the mixture
becomes thick (like sour cream.  Remove
from heat and immediately pour through a fine strainer to remove any lumps.

Cut the butter into small pieces and whisk into the mixture until the butter has
melted.

Add the lemon zest and let cool.

The lemon curd will continue to thicken as it cools.

This makes great gifts
although in our house it never lasts long enough for gift giving!

So, I think every back
garden needs a lemon tree.  The blossoms
are beautiful and the leaves smell heavenly.

Poultry In Motion…

We have had our new chooks, Milly and Molly (until something more inspired in the name department comes along) for nearly a week.  It is love at first sight!!  These gals are the most fascinating, inquisitive and wonderful birds and they give us so much.  They are Australorp crosses (with New Hampshire I think) and they are bred for both meat and egg production.  But they are so much more to us than just chickens.

I object to treating animals like commercial units.  The predominant backyard hen here is the ISA Brown.  Sounds quite nice, but they are bred for a commercial enterprise to be culled after a year.  They have an incredible egg production rate and I have heard reports of them dying from cancer caused by too high an egg production.  Apparently the death is not a particularly nice one as the organs just give out.

On saying this, however, I have heard others say that they are the best chooks on the planet so I know that my opinion is not the only one.

Another reason we wanted Australorps is that they are now very hard to get and these were the chooks that my parents had and (like heirloom veges and fruit) these older varieties should be kept alive.  They have characteristics which make them unique and our foodstock should be genetically diverse.

Enough of the soapbox, please!  I tend to go off course and I apologise for that.  My point is that backyard chooks (chickens) are a permaculturalists dream.  The reasons for keeping them are manifold.  They provide you with eggs, meat, they are excellent weeders and fertilizers and they are wonderful to watch.  The zen of chicken watching is something everyone should experience.

 

Being suburbanites, we are the models of cleanliness when it comes to our gals.  Their pen is cleaned every day.  They have new water every day and they give us tons of manure, hay and pine shavings to put in the compost.  Never put fresh chicken manure straight on the garden as it can kill plants.  However, it does make a great activator and heater for your compost pile meaning that you have lovely, nutrient rich compost all the quicker.

Our gals run to us when we go outside.  Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that we give them treats every morning and night.  They have a penchant for porridge, yoghurt, corn,  apple and sweet potato.  And the diamond on my engagement ring!!!!!!  If you have chickens what treats do they like?  Happy Triple Sing!!  (self sufficient suburbaniting)

 

The Start of Something Worrying!

Hiya Everyone!

Welcome to my first blog!  I hope this is going to be the start of a steep learning curve for me as I have never written an online blog before and the dashboard of this thing looks suprisingly frightening and a little offputting.  But hey, I am sure with the help (and forgiving natures) of all who are expert at this I will survive.

A little about why I wanted to write this.  I am a 40-something gal living in the suburbs who always felt that she should have been a hippy or a farmers wife!  Due to land prices and the lack of opportunities for work in the rural areas we have had to settle for a suburban block in an outer Melbourne suburb.  By we I include my hubbie Davie and a couple of cats.  The chickens I will mention later.

Does anyone remember the 70′s comedy The Good Life (UK).  I can probably tell you every word from that show.  Sad, I know, but I loved it.  It didn’t help to have parents who themselves were hippies and environmentalists and saw the joy in that particular way of life.  They taught me a great deal and I will always be thankful to them for giving me and my sister a wonderful childhood.

So, I am going to write about being an environmentalist, a permaculture freak, a writer, the road to (a kind of) self sufficiency and sustainable living.  I hope that whoever reads this is as excited by this way of life as I am and I look forward to learning a lot from those who read and comment on this blog!  Thanks for reading thus far and happy urban good lifing!!!!!!

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