Imagine if every roundabout across the world was planted out with strawberries and lettuces and chives and pumpkins and zucchinis.
If every park and every playground had been planted with mulberry, almond, fig, pear trees.
If every cottage garden was full on ginger plants, passion-fruits, artichokes, raspberries, logan berries.
If all the lawns in all the streets were growing chives, thyme, basil, oregano, mint.
Because by the time people mow the lawns and water the roundabouts, trim the trees and spray their gardens, that energy could of gone into producing real food, together as a community as a race. We could of been pruning, mulching, fertilizing, weeding, and ultimately harvesting our food.
Then think about the simple act and beauty of picking your own apple fresh from a tree. There is nothing I want more for our children than to he able to do this. No kinda of computer is ever going to fill a child's heart with joy than when they fill a bucket full with apples, that they have picked. Or if they lie at night in the open air and stargaze into the real magic of our beautiful planet. These are the things i will be thinking of as we move into a new year.
|Clay edged lagoon, that smells of the earth. Our very own pool|
in the middle of our paddock.
|Open blue with the rust of he earth.|
|New stools for the house we imagine for our new year. Thankyou|
Wayne and Luca thay fill my heart with Joy.
|Food cooked in a clay oven made with our bare hands (and our bare|