Honesty is growing up so fast, true leaves peeking out from between the bases of its seed leaves. Tiny little hairs on the leaves, catching the light to give a slight halo effect. Although my Mum, Grannie and Aunty have grown honesty all my life, I've never actually paid much attention to the leaves, so I … Continue reading Budding
Many things have happened in the past few days. We have been so busy living (interliving?) and being (interbeing?) and making new friends and fronds there has been little time for writing and reflection. I feel I could fill many pages with our adventures and still not come close to capturing it. So here are … Continue reading Sympoetry
Good news! Peering over onto the windowsill at Fronds #1 this afternoon, I noticed a familiar little shoot poking up through the soil. Purslane! It turns out it wasn't lost, just buried and hidden by the shaken up soil. It's looking a little bedraggled, a little anaemic from lack of sun. The purslanes in pot … Continue reading Purslane Returns!
Things move in pulses Of sameness and change Impatience and overwhelm Preparation and action Focus and distraction. Are you teaching me about you, Or about myself? About my rash curious fingers Thoughtlessly weeding, Seeking control, About my reluctance to sit and be still and just let it all roll. About my ignorance of life and … Continue reading Pulses
We've got a gatecrasher. Two in fact. Two fine little grass blades are spearing their way up and into our lives. My instinct was at first to unthinkingly pluck them, they weren't part of the plan, and so needed to be dealt with. But I hesitated. On what basis do we decide that one life … Continue reading Uninvited Fronds
Yesterday was a bit of a sad day for the fronds and I. It started out well enough. I was off on a day relief teaching, and so couldn't take the fronds with me - a busy high school is not a safe place for delicate plantlets. Dave generously offered to plantsit- amazing how much … Continue reading An incident
Dropping around to Laura's For a quick cup of tea. Hello friend This is me These are my fronds. Dandelion tea And strange salty plums. But what of the fronds, Would they like some food? A natural offer Of horticultural hospitality. Embracing our oddness Becoming our oddkin. Let's sit in the sun I'd enjoy the warmth … Continue reading Herbal tea
So it has been our first couple of days out and about. And what a big one! We've met ecologists, Landcare experts, local activists, Wiradjuri elders, and I've introduced the fronds to several of my friends. One person thought I was carrying food for an animal. Perusing a display of the local embroiderers guild yesterday, … Continue reading A big weekend
Headed off on our first proper outing today. We had a sleepover last night at my parent's house. I left the fronds in the room with the fire for the night, hoping the warmth would bring us closer to germination for the other seeds. Purslane is the only one who has appeared so far, which … Continue reading An outing
This moment; and the moment before. Doubt; and then hope. Sameness like the days before it; and then your two seed leaves, like a gift, a greeting, a promise, a manifesto, an invitation to adventure, a tentative but oh so powerful presence. Seed dormancy through cold mornings, sunny autumn days; what were you working on … Continue reading Life!