the gathering place for my rants and raves and discourses on the movement to sustainability based on the excesses of others
the Trash vitae
Trash is the editor-in-chiefof an independent Colorado micro-publisher/ design studio. I dabble in digital photography, the lost art of film image making, and guerilla digital video. DrMAC Studios specializesin books and videos on self-reliance, gardening, dumpster diving, urban foraging and living off the excesses of others. This blog documents my daily experiences with the rest of the world
We came into this life with bare feet and that is the way God intended. Simplistic. While it takes some time to toughen the tootsies it is well worth the effort. For when you feel the ground you walk upon you relize things. Concrete and asphaly are hot. Dirt is warm and mostly tolerable and grass or wild pasture remains cool. When winter comes shoes become a necessity when you have snow and ice but an occasional romp in the snow is good for the tootsies. Enjoy.
People look at me funny when I walk to work barefoot downtown or when I walk around the campus or my lab barefoot. But ya know for me its comfy. People wear sandals and I keep a pair with me but I remove them when possible. I prefer the feel of the ground on my feet. Walking thru puddles is fun during and after a rain. Its wonderful You ought to try it. Our ancestors walked this planet barefoot. Why should not we. It give you a new appreciation.
Anyhow life on the homestead has been pretty mellow. The beds are handling the heat as well as can be expected. Its taking a lot more water than I had planned for to keep things alive and thriving. Putting the copper water line on the swamper and cleaning out and defrosting the air conditioner has made a world of difference. Its actually quite cool in the house.
The plum tree is in ripeness and I have been picking a pound or two every few days to keep the fruit supply up. And the price is right. FREE.
Another long week in Babylon. Plus a few challenges around the homestead. Last week I replaced the water line to the swamp cooler with a brand new line. And all was well. Thursday I came home ad found a leak in the hose with what appeared to be either bird or squirrel bites. An easy fix. This morning I went out to take the trash and a crap load of water was gushing thru. I went outside and notices quite a few gushers coming thru. While I could have repaired them with extra line I went over to my local Lowes and realized from conferring with the clerk there that even with a new line the issues would persist given the birds or squirrels. SO I broke down and refitted the line with solid copper tubing. Was only a cuppla bucks more than the plastic but its harder to bite thru. WE shall see. I guess that along with food I ought to leave more water dishes out and about for our animal friends.
After the trip to the market on Saturday, the son and I went to the Farmers Market on Sunday in search of the black seeded watermelon. Inevitably the results were the same. None to be had. Apparently the GMO has taken over the watermelon biz and no one has noticed as of yet, except me. Everyone I mention this too seems rather surprised by this news. Anyhow we picked up some organic cherries, apricots and purple plums. ON the way back we also picked up some fresh off the tree plums from an empty lot. yumyum.
Mrs T and daughter went off to Wallie in the early eve for some orthopedic sandals and other goodies. And then we sat down to a nice chicken spinach alfredo pasta dinner. My oh my the long weekend comes to an end.