Sunday, 10 June 2012

Wood chopping

A needs help. She has been over working, and yet she finds it hard to take a break, and is getting herself exhausted. I am with a few friends chatting away, while she is outside chopping wood. She is in competition with another wood chopper, and it is causing her to over stress her body. The size of wood pile she has created is vast, and its all stacked up very neatly, for drying and storing. But now the wood has mostly been chopped, and yet she is carrying on!

 Me and p tell her to stop. I chat to her and she tells me that she would like a meal, and that at first she would like spaghetti with pasta sause, but then, knowing how wheat doesn't do her too well, she decides she would like to eat beans on toast.

 So, I arrange with P n friends that we have a meal together, and cook just what A would like.


 JJ is traveling with me in a van, and we have to stop off somewhere, to get some provisions. While we are stopped in this van at the top of endcliffe vale rd, I get out to explore a carpark, and I bump into S. S tells me "imagine back to the day when the people of this world would have been practicing a culture that would have looked, to some degree similar to what we now call "growing".


 It sparked off a load of thoughts in my head, and I began imagining this landscape, thinking how to create the niches for plant guilds would have began with the emphasis on expanding and diversifying wild animal habitat. This would have been achieved through access to water sites being made easier, through more natural coverage of shelter- lining the banks of rivers and springs with trees, as well as living in such a way to prevent certain species accessing within human settlements, to limit grazing, allowing areas to be managed, or accessed only by humans. These spaces could have grown the more delicate fertility loving plants, that have become the home space for the key food plants for humans.


 I then get a text message that R has sent me a message via facebook that I need to get in touch with one of her friends.

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