Obtain A Yield: Permaculture Principle No 3.

Permaculture is an enjoyable way to live and if you are an enthusiast then you will be aware of the 12 permaculture principles.

As I am a person who needs to digest things over time my focus has been on principle 3 – Abtain a Yeild. It’s about enjoying the abundance and not missing out….well that’s my interpretation.

My focus for this point is to use the humble chicken.

Oh look at those beautiful chickens.

We feed the chickens and then we get eggs.

we eat the eggs and soon we will sell from our overflow which will pay for the food we feed them.

Another by-product from the chooks is poo.

I use the poo to make more no dig gardens.

That’s free fertilizer.

I also find harvesting the poo quite relaxing and it contributes to my good mental health. (who knew that collecting chicken poo could be so relaxing)

Another by product is the eggs shells, which we crush then using them for various reasons.

I will also add, how relaxing this activity is to do and afterwards my hands feel all nice and smooth.

When the chickens are finished being productive I have no problem with using them as stock.

A soup made from chicken stock is the most comforting food one can ever experience.

I love our chooks and they make me happy and I think that’s the best benefit of having chickens. I love hugging them, being at home with them, I love how they are productive, I love how they sound, I love how they invite me to enjoy the outdoors and I love how I was challenged to build a fence in my backyard.

I have been obtaining my yield with passion and gusto.

When you get into gardening remember to obtain your yield.

How We See

What we see with our eyes can sometimes be completely different from what we see with our heads. This came to me as I read this article,

Brooke Skewes: Chance encounter with a friendly group of Aboriginal men on the train tells a story about us all

The writer, Brooke explains how she boarded a busy train, sat with three aboriginal men and had a friendly encounter. When the men got off the train, a group of ladies got out their knives and made out how terrible it was for that poor lady to have such an encounter. Brooke  then promptly puts the racist persons in their place.

I found this astonishing as,

WHAT??

Could those ladies not see how much fun Brooke was having?  By the sound of the recap, I wished that I was there joining in the conversation. What made these onlookers think that Brooke was in any way concerned for her own welfare?

It is obvious that they were seeing through their racist filtered minds and could not clearly view the reality of the situation. How sad for them, as they make such judgements therefore missing out on meeting good and interesting people. Pathetic too, as clearly racism is an insidious evil that rejects people by just their look, colour and way of being.

We have more than one set of eyes. How do you want to view the world? What is your filter?

I hope that my eyes sees that each person is one who has been fearfully and wonderfully created by a loving God and if I get it wrong I hope that God will give me a big kick up the bum!

 

I Built A Fence and Fired the Neurons

The most strangest thing has happened to me in the last week and I am loving it. I have become organised, have been cooking meals again and have felt like I have come out of some kind of hazy fog.

What happened?

I built a fence. Yes, a fence and admittedly not the most stable of fences but it has done the job which needed to be done.

I want to build and extend the garden but because we have lovely chickens, this is impossible without some kind of fence or enclosure of some sort.

Last week I decided it was time to take charge, so I armed myself with a hammer, bits of wood, bamboo and left over chicken wire and I built a fence.

I felt powerful and free and since then so many things are just falling into place. At our coffee carers today it was suggested that I have fired of some neurons. I’m no scientist but let’s go with that hey!!!

Another nice thing that I’ve noticed is how much more my son wants to interact with the chickens instead of just heading for his iPad or computer.

He’s been calling him self the white chicken.

The thing that has also been pleasing me is, that I feel like I am living the dream.I want to be that person who is resourceful and doesn’t waste. I not only want to live within my means but live in the abundance that has been promised to me through Jesus Christ.

I don’t need a lot to be happy. I just need to be empowered to do the things that matter and walk in it. And I must add, how nice is it to have the fog clearing away.

 

Doc Neeson

Well I can’t go by today without writing something about Doc Neeson, my teenage crush.

Today he passed away at just age 67 from a brain tumour.

He was such a captivating performer that oozed stage charisma. I love his theatrical voice and movement, he was born to perform.

I first noticed his awesomeness back in 1987 when I was in year 9. I think that makes me about 15? I was in art class and one of my fellow students brought in a Tape to play. I loved every song on the tape and asked “who and what is this?”

It turns out that it was The Angels and the Album was The Howling. Come Christmas time I had that album and played it over and over and over again. I then developed a crush and started looking at all of their old stuff and became just a little bit obsessed!!!!

Why???

I said it before, he had such presence and a charisma that made me unable to take my eyes of him, oh and lets not forget that I was 15.

I’m not so enchanted by him now but I appreciate his stunning effect on me in those years of my life.

This is his last piece of work, just him talking over some mellow music. My son even likes this and has requested that I play it times.

such a stunning voice

Here is the man in action

You won’t be forgotten Doc Neeson xxx

 

I will Call This Hope

This morning as I was walking to coffee I spotted an awesome sight. It gave me so much excitement that I crossed the road to take pictures.

Why is this so exciting? Or why should this deliver me some hope?

In the wake of our recent budget announcement there is a lot of discouragement within the community that I belong to. Even before the budget announcement there was a general discouragement that had tried to set camp in the community sector. So many people don’t even know if they will have a job in the near future due to cuts to funding.

Although I spent a day feeling great sadness for the future, I decided to turn my eyes up and put my trust in Jesus and found this comforting scripture in Job 5: 15-16 He saves the needy from the sword in their mouth;  he saves them from the clutches of the powerful.So the poor have hope,and injustice shuts its mouth.

Whoo hoo!!

So why does this give me hope? Get to the point Tamar!

This image gives me hope as it shows me that someone is partaking in creativity instead of vandalism. Somebody in the community decided to have some fun engaging in a productive activity instead of mindless violence.

In an area where one often witnesses abandoned shopping trolleys, broken glass, human faeces, syringes, burnt rubbish and general waste the sight of this was like a beacon in the dark.

It’s symbolic of a hopeful future. Lets not give of on hope people. The future is bright.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring

I live in Australia so we are in Autumn, therefore I had to search my old pictures to get a Spring one

This is a picture of my garden.

I’m sure I planted potatoes but these little surprises popped up instead.

This is an image of our local community garden….spectacular!!!!

My son enjoying a quiet moment at the community garden

My husband enjoying a quiet moment of watering the garden

The 22Q Adventure

When my son was 18 months old we were introduced to VCFS aka 22Q.dil.11. Now that was a big shock!!!! He was born with a soft cleft palate that was repaired at 6 months and a heart murmur was detected. Never would I have thought that there would be anything else to come up and bite us in the bum. Ouch!!! What the heck is VCFS????? 

He is now eight and life had been an unexpected adventure. These are some of the highlights

Orr look at him receiving an award when he was in kindergarten

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Oh look, this is a painting that I did in response to being thrust into the VCFS journey 

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Awww look at him hugging the washing machine.

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Such a sweet photo of my son and his Grandma behind him….notice how he is reaching his hand behind him so that he can have Grandma hold his hand.

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I just love this picture

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Us in the paper creating awareness

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Looking quite dashing in his specs

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Here he is picking up all of the cigarette butts from the ground. It became an obsession.

Getting rather excited with the fireworks set up!!!

Cheeky face

Too exciting…a train trip!!!!

Arh, the happiness……army clothes, a toy grenade and a trip on the elevator.

Life is good for a child with Q22

I have written a lot about VCFS and if you would like to read more of our journey here is the link