I cannot remember when it started. Maybe the turning point was shortly after I started on my first job eleven years ago, when I explicitly told my wife that although I had one of the most prestigious degrees in France, I would not go for the associated prestigious careers. Instead of using my position to get the highest paychecks, I’d be using it to get the best quality of life possible.
Four meters. This is how long the surprise cucurbitacea near my potato patch has grown now. It must have sprouted some time in June, but I only started noticing it around the end of August when it started blooming and I could not mistake it for any old weed.
I was complaining the other day at healingmagichands that all my seedlings had been ruthlessly eaten by big bad slugs, and that I wished to certify my garden as a hedgehog sanctuary. Not a week later, here they are: at least two of them. They have taken residence and are tamer by the day.
I was disappointed to learn that slugs are not their preferred meal and that they had rather eat bugs. Never mind: it’s so great to have such cute residents.
My dsl modem melted monday evening, ruthlessly smitten by a mighty thunderstorm. I am back to slomo blogging. Please apologize my modest publishing, reading and commenting for the next few days, until I manage to have the box replaced.
Meanwhile, I give you my gardening shoes — and a detail of my lawn labyrinth attempt, inspired by healingmagichands.
I am no economist. I have only had a varnish as a student, just enough to be able to read business magazines. But I believe economy, like politics, should not be the private playground of a self-proclaimed elite. They are a commons which is ours to shape. [more]
My neighbor’s cider press after a busy day pressing 200 litres of apple juice (from my sister-in-law’s orchard).
