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I showed a neighbour around my land  today, at least a bit of it. -That itself said to get on with the task of scything on further, to make a network of paths.

The garden's sequence of care distracted me before now, and beyond a certain date, the imperial power of the bracken was too much to take on. I felt overwhelmed.
It's dying back now, and there is a danger that it will take weak saplings down with it, burning them up in the heat of it's decay.

 I have just ordered some more trees    so have their homes to look for too: some silver birch, sycamore and elder. Have also been offered some other hardwood saplings free, which I want to plant in a way that acknowledges the giver. Coed Rachel.

The hardest thing with these new paths is working out how they will approach, and weave through the large rocks that stick out as natural, igneous megaliths on the steeper slope.  Its a hard physical and geomantic task. Needs a lot of clear space. Inside me.
My visitor also shone a light on what I have done,   acknowledging the dream in progress.

What webs we weave and walk gently through, feeling our connections and the alchemy of them.

The wind would be roaring outside if it wasn't smothered by mist. It is cosy in this hut. Like a large coat, that I never button up. There is no door, but the rug is hung up there tonight.


Have started storing my roots. Well my book says that I should, otherwise they get frosted or go woody.
I made a clamp for my beetroot last month and it was suspiciously easy.
I laid out a nest pile of dryish bracken, put the beetroot on top, big ones first, then covered them with a thick bracken layer.
I pried into it today and all is well.They were sprouting feebly: Vegetative life seems to be half habit...A cut log often sprouts leaves.
So will do one for the swedes now, well half the swedes. - it is just an experiment after all.


Fachongle is bursting with produce. We are in danger at the moment of living entirely on perishable rejects and gradeouts, while their chosen cousins sit smugly in sacks or hang like polished breasts from all possible beams.
We will need to get cannier about how we discern Surplus I think.



 We have SO much to learn, or to relearn,
as we work towards a Degree in the Bleeding Obvious .