Heading towards the 25th Forecast says we could get a shower????
7 weeks now into our constant alert. The valley is full of smoke, bringing different smells into our lives. From acrid to scented, fresh eucalypts burning to smoldering logs. Then too dense to smell anything.
I climbed to my back boundary with Night Cap National Park…………..initially surprised at the range of the fires, what it burnt, green and drought induced die off to our recent slash and mulch areas of regeneration. Surprisingly too, newly emerging red cedars and pencil cedars which have emerged since the fires.
Its going to be exciting when the rain does come, what sprouts, what introduced species arrive and the wild life re emerges.
I found huge snail shells and fur fragments through the ashes.
I have not taken photos, they are to come.
In the garden where I water few plants, the finger limes are thriving. Turmeric, galangal and ginger are sprouting too. All without their usual rain.
I do not watch the news for too long. The images of the range and height of the fires around Sydney, Adelaide and now Victoria, frighten me.
Reality as it has been here is about being alert and ready.
Re-reading this wonderful book. Masanobu Fukuoka witnessed with indignation, the degeneration of both the land and Japanese society. In those years the Japanese have followed single mindedly the American model of economic and industrial development , abandoning the rich heritage of working closely and simply with the land.
Mr Fukuoka, however was determined not to forsake traditional farming. Instead he refined it so that his natural farming methods, requires less labor and less disruption of nature than any other, while maintaining the same yields per acre/hectare as his chemical farmer neighbours.
When I came back to my land in 1995 I lived in a shed, cooked on a fire and drank from the creek> Dug holes for latrine.
I was an intruder in marijuana growing territory.
And I was gay.
I lived in the shed for 3 months, rain fell, for 10 days. I had an electric fry pan. No cook ups on an outside fire. Fluorescent fungis glowed at night on the banks of the fast flowing Coopers Creek, boulders and logs hurtled down. 400mls had fallen. The shed was on the edge of the banks of Coopers Creek with a tributary feeding into it.
I had just come from living in London and Brisbane. 12 years of living with dying humans where openness and reality was the norm.
Access out was impossible.
Helicopter dropped food in……….I got 2 apples. My garden was not established. I was a newcomer, an intruder.
I had electricity so listened to the Cure on cassette.