Once upon a time many years ago when I first began blogging a curious non-blogger friend asked “is blogging like being a pen pal?” At that time in early 2012 I was launching missives into an electronic ether… so my bemused answer was “not quite”.
Not long afterwards I commented and followed and made my first blogger friend, followed some of their blogger friends who followed me, risked commenting on and following other new bloggers who returned the follow and comments… and here a decade or more later as much as in my youth I eagerly awaited the postman popping an envelope from a pen pal into the mailbox at my front gate I look forward to seeing in my Inbox the latest blog posts from my dear friends. And moreso in these physically distanced #covid19 times which we continue to navigate together but apart… I can’t shake the feeling we’re living the prequel to a post-apocalyptic narrative.
Since my last blog post in May and completing my Permaculture course in early June –yes, I did it!– too many #covidiso days have flown by.
Better a selection of snapshots to catch them up rather than the too many words it would otherwise entail.
Greetings from the other side… with a big smile and small celebration. This afternoon I submitted my last #permaculture assignment for #certificate4permaculture via #nationalenvironmentcentre and #tafensw #distancelearning … a month and a day before the due date… It’s been fabulous but I really need to get my life back… 11 months driven by deadlines, and a lot of time at a computer. That said… I’ve learned so much, and I’d happily recommend it. And of course a big thank you to @welshy055 (aka the G.O.) for his support ♡ ~ 12 June 2020
Staying in touch: As well as phone & video calls and Messenger chats, wonderful are these texts from and to my 5 year-old niece; snail mail from an interstate cousin-friend; and listening to Braiding Sweetgrass, an Audible gift from my sister who lives interstate, which she correctly predicted would resonate with me but with the narration by the author even more deeply than I ever imagined.
In my garden: My new Sloggers garden shoes, winter leaves & flowers, and the promise of spring.
In my kitchen: My domestic joys are of much comfort to me… but for a while have felt irrelevant even frivolous in these deep and dark times and I have not shared as such on social media. However, today as I picked herbs from the garden and made a simple pearl barley risotto from fridge, freezer and pantry staples the lack of honouring the joy, and all those unshared moments made less sense. To fight the darkness we need to be keepers of the light, and remember Mother Teresa’s words… “Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies” ~ 8 June 2020; kimchi; it’s been a good season for coriander/cilantro pesto; homegrown tomatoes, herbs, chillies and kaffir lime leaves; homemade dried mushrooms, bread dough, roasted yellow beetroot and red peppers.
Keeping it fresh: Nicole with local produce from Dolly’s Run at the weekly Taylors Arm Fresh Produce Pick up, and Dolly the Kelpie.
Chooks: It was a close call… In March the start of the #coronacrisis coincided with our #backyardeggcrisis… the old chooks had all but stopped laying so we joined the other hen hopefuls on a waitlist, got 4 new chooks in April, in June were almost at the moot point of buying chook eggs as well as chook food… but the young’ns have come good and the remaining oldies have upped their game.
Lifestyle Director: Our four-legged mental health coach prescribes walks around the Taylors Arm Reserve, social dog tennis in the churchyard, strolls along the closest dog-friendly Swimming Creek Beach, ball games and plenty of rest.
Tidying up loose ends: Just as I began anticipating some post-study time to myself my MiL decided it was time to Swedish Death Clean her house. The G.O. lugged home several ute loads of unsorted photos and albums, stamp albums, papers, bric-à-brac, plant pots… which were fortunately assuaged by the presence of her treadle sewing machine similar to that which I was barely tall enough to peddle with my Nanna in the early 70’s.
Dear friends, I’ll close with this… recollection of a quote by Katrina Mayer “No matter what our differences we all look at the same moon”… prompted by a recent Insta post from @amosthemagicdog of the waxing crescent moon at the same time I snapped this one from my front verandah looking west, along with the timely realisation sometimes our perspectives mean we see not only the same moon and life events differently… but also that my amplified anxiety about how others in different circumstances or places to me were responding to #coronavirus was unproductive.
Wishing you Peace, Love & Happiness ♡