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Archive for 26. May 2008

Les Bonnes Nouvelles

We’ve been very active at Riverglen and several fun things are on the go. The garden just seems to get bigger and bigger as more people get involved with the Demo Garden.

Otesha has come and gone. Quelle belle gagne! Une vingtaine de cyclistes ont passe une semaine a Riverglen pour preparer leur tournee. Parmis les jeux et les exercises, ils ont pu donner un apres-midi a planter des arbres pour le jardin demonstratif. Leur enthousiasme et excellente  humeure fut un bonheur durant tout le sejour.

otesha plant     otesha plant 2     CG start

Un espace des jardins demonstratifs a ete consacre a un effort communautaire. Quelques groupes differents viennent tourner le gazon pour pouvoir y planter des legumes cet ete. Zion, Windrose et Achillea viennent mettre leur coups de pelle dans le sol.

The trailer is the newest recruit in Riverglen’s machinery fleet. Designed and built by Jean-Leon Morin, this recycled metal/angle frame device carries impressive loads of compost or whatever else I desire. Drop sides and a dumping feature seal the deal.

apple blossom       trailer compost      trailer compost2

We have been assigned funding to offer two paid, 6 week work contracts for returning students this summer. E-mail me for more details about the position.

The tractor broke

    Once in a while I stop long enough to remember who I am. There was a time when who I am was a very simple question to answer. In fact, the exploration of this question became overshadowed by another question: What am I? Thus began the journey.

And so it has come to the point, it seems, that what I am is fueling my actions, much more than who I am. Perhaps balanced is needed.

I stopped this week because my tractor broke. The lever controlling the Power Take Off (PTO) just sort of gave out, and there was suddenly no way to stop the sharp, metal tines from spinning a couple inches from my shins.

… What had to be done was till the beds. But maybe who I was meant I was a little more relaxed about this, and that risking my legs wasn’t totally necessary right then and there…

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