It's 2012 and, as I understand it, there may be 13 crystal skulls traversing the United States of America in the hands of a select few to mark the end of a 26 000 year cycle in the Mayan calendar. These purveyors of ancient wisdom will perform rite and ritual never seen before by joe public. If you want to witness any stage of their unusual journey, and let's face it it's a hell of a lot better than whatever the latest incarnation of X Factor can churn out, and you have issues with flying you better start swimming or charter a dolphin. I just received a hippy email from a friend forwarded from "Saint Germain" (not the band) about becoming enlightened and ascending to the fifth dimension as essentially what 2012 is all about. It seemed to involve a lot of compassion and surrender and he totally lost me at the point where he advised we needed to anker ourselves in reality. Judgemental, fussy-about-spelling cow that I am. Anker? Anker? That's half a Cambodian temple not a means of firmly securing yourself. I deleted it along with the two most recent requests to join linked in from people I have never, ever met....
It's good to be back in my little cabin in the shire. It is quite tranquil as we have only a few WWOOFers and the basic team. I spent my first day cooking lunch for 15 and trying to take out a crown prince squash with a knife and a cleaver whilst listening to Neil's Ipod. Neil's Ipod is legendary as it has an awesome and varied music selection. Which is just as well as the squash was attacking me and I was not winning. Pip and pith were flying about the kitchen in an orange haze, mimicking the violent gusts outside which had recently removed part of the workshop roof and toppled the church. Yes the church fell at the start of 2012. Ok so "the church" is our tall and church-shaped rake and pitchfork shed but still, how symbolic. The church is now up again. It appears it had no significant foundations. More symbolism. Eventually I won over the squash and was later informed a wood saw was actually the correct implement. I finished the day learning to properly sharpen an axe. Now I just need to get to grips with using one well. One year's worth of kindling chopping should do it.
Yesterday evening I squatted in the chicken pen watching the fluffy buggers ponce around. It seemed all the black chickens had gone in. I shut their door. The white chickens were aimlessly pecking. I waited. More pecking. Some would mount the ladder with the gusto of a stoned student, curiously looking left to right as if they had no idea of the direction up the four short rungs to the hen roost. Some got half way and jumped off again. Question "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Answer "It never crossed the sodding road as it was too busy looking left and right ad infinitum!" I tried to herd them, they froze, much like guinea pigs. The ones that didn't freeze half splatted themselves as if they were about to lay an egg. Futile. Short of chicken-chucking which I was not prepared to do it seemed that patience was the key. After the squash handling incident patience was clearly my lesson of the day. I have great affection for our feathered friends as they dash across hopefully int he mornings as I pass and then later produce top notch eggs for us all to have our protein fixes. They eventually all chortled in and I latched their little door.
Today I awoke to a gorgeous sunrise and spent much of the day pondering and working in the garden, taking down old bean canes and sunflowers, gently weeding and watching the robin. I cleared some old chilli plants from the raised beds in the polytunnel and dumped out some ancient seedlings from their trays in the start of the Big Propogation Tunnel Clear Up. I watered the tiny parsely and wandered the medicinal herb garden pondering some more and finding a handy axe in the process. Many thoughts and ideas for the coming year are forming and it begins to feel more familiar here. I am looking forward to the coming weeks and months with much enthusiasm as new challenges, new people and new ideas greet me at every turn. I can hear the owls calling tonight. I might just go and listen to them now as I am soon on my way down to the cabin. Well it's quarter past nine and I need to light the fire......
It's good to be back in my little cabin in the shire. It is quite tranquil as we have only a few WWOOFers and the basic team. I spent my first day cooking lunch for 15 and trying to take out a crown prince squash with a knife and a cleaver whilst listening to Neil's Ipod. Neil's Ipod is legendary as it has an awesome and varied music selection. Which is just as well as the squash was attacking me and I was not winning. Pip and pith were flying about the kitchen in an orange haze, mimicking the violent gusts outside which had recently removed part of the workshop roof and toppled the church. Yes the church fell at the start of 2012. Ok so "the church" is our tall and church-shaped rake and pitchfork shed but still, how symbolic. The church is now up again. It appears it had no significant foundations. More symbolism. Eventually I won over the squash and was later informed a wood saw was actually the correct implement. I finished the day learning to properly sharpen an axe. Now I just need to get to grips with using one well. One year's worth of kindling chopping should do it.
Yesterday evening I squatted in the chicken pen watching the fluffy buggers ponce around. It seemed all the black chickens had gone in. I shut their door. The white chickens were aimlessly pecking. I waited. More pecking. Some would mount the ladder with the gusto of a stoned student, curiously looking left to right as if they had no idea of the direction up the four short rungs to the hen roost. Some got half way and jumped off again. Question "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Answer "It never crossed the sodding road as it was too busy looking left and right ad infinitum!" I tried to herd them, they froze, much like guinea pigs. The ones that didn't freeze half splatted themselves as if they were about to lay an egg. Futile. Short of chicken-chucking which I was not prepared to do it seemed that patience was the key. After the squash handling incident patience was clearly my lesson of the day. I have great affection for our feathered friends as they dash across hopefully int he mornings as I pass and then later produce top notch eggs for us all to have our protein fixes. They eventually all chortled in and I latched their little door.
Today I awoke to a gorgeous sunrise and spent much of the day pondering and working in the garden, taking down old bean canes and sunflowers, gently weeding and watching the robin. I cleared some old chilli plants from the raised beds in the polytunnel and dumped out some ancient seedlings from their trays in the start of the Big Propogation Tunnel Clear Up. I watered the tiny parsely and wandered the medicinal herb garden pondering some more and finding a handy axe in the process. Many thoughts and ideas for the coming year are forming and it begins to feel more familiar here. I am looking forward to the coming weeks and months with much enthusiasm as new challenges, new people and new ideas greet me at every turn. I can hear the owls calling tonight. I might just go and listen to them now as I am soon on my way down to the cabin. Well it's quarter past nine and I need to light the fire......
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