On grief
A poorly-timed accident sends me spinning.
A poorly-timed accident sends me spinning.
Gaining a focus on turning around the garden for another season.
We’ve been here a while, so how close are we to being self-sufficient?
Time marches on and if you’re patient enough, it delights you.
We have a lot of trees at The Outpost, but we don’t have any avocado. It’s not just because we’re saving to build a house.
You’d think with so much native bush (and with more trees planted each year), we might put in a few bee hives at The Outpost. But we won’t be. Here’s why.
Spending less time in the garden, and still harvesting from it by letting nature do the gardening for me.
Musings on what value we place on our native forest remnants.
One of our paddocks was once a very valuable ecosystem. I’ve got plans to return it to its former glory.