• Land,  Plants & Trees,  Uncategorized

    A Hopi Elder Speaks

    A Hopi Elder Speaks “You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered . . . Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader.” Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time!” “There is a river flowing now very…

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    The Peace of Wild Things

    This post is inspired by the poem by Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things. I’m presently feeling hopeless and constantly bothered by thought of the future humanity is making for it’s self. I feel held on the edge of a precipice emotionally, this is not a natural state for me as I think the glass is always full, ever the eternal optimist you might say. So why am I in this emotional place right now? nothing has changed in my life, I’m honoured to be the co-caretaker of a small human scale farm  in central France along side Fiona my wonderful wife since 2002. We have food in abundance…

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    Poem by Lucie Bardos

    The Seedling Here in the dark depths of the Earth’s finest loam death and decay are king, and all kinds of wrigglers roam. But here too birth and rebirth spring forth; a tiny whirring, stirring in a miniscule seed; as the first soft tendrils of life reach for the sun, soils nutrients bathe this delicate, new, young one. “We need each other” whisper the fungi that swap sugar for ions; for aeons they’ve hugged plant roots; mycelium webs weave through soils, humus and shoots. Then mycorrhizal bacteria fix nitrogen and shake hands with plants. An exchange of energy -a deal has been struck. “All this symbiotic magic down in this…

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    Love and Gratitude

    We received this in the post this morning, and we’re touched deeply that some people do understand our lives. Many thanks to all those who came here this year and invested themselves in our lives and our way of life, we hope you took away the same feelings as Michelle. Love and gratitude to you all.

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    Free Permaculture Design Certificate course

    OK it’s not free for everyone! but one person could be the lucky winner of a free Permaculture Design Certificate course in 2016 by way of a raffle! All you have to do to enter is like our Face Book Page and get your friends to like it too, once we get to a 1000 likes we will randomly pick one of the people who likes our page and give them a gift certificate to attend one of our Permaculture Design Certificate courses. The lucky winner can use it themselves or gift it to a friend or family member, we will publish the name of the lucky winner both here…

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    Permaculture Principals Poem

    Permaculture, “Observe & interact” I will dare say you can call it a fact that “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” “catch and store energy” without looking over your shoulder. “Make hay while the sun shines” & “Obtain a yield” “You can’t work on an empty stomach” a whole day on the field. You’ll have to “apply self regulation & accept feedback”  If you don’t our presence will end up in a blow back. “The sins of the father are visited on the children into the seventh generation” It is time for mankind to bring forth a peaceful revolution. “Use and value renewable resources & services” “Let nature…

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    Firewood poems

    Beachwood fires are bright and clear If the logs are kept a year, Chestnut’s only good they say, If for logs ’tis laid away. Make a fire of Elder tree, Death within your house will be; But ash new or ash old, Is fit for a queen with crown of gold   Birch and fir logs burn too fast Blaze up bright and do not last, it is by the Irish said Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread. Elm wood burns like churchyard mould, E’en the very flames are cold But ash green or ash brown Is fit for a queen with golden crown   Poplar gives a bitter smoke, Fills…