Burra Maluca

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Burra is a hermit and a dreamer. Also autistic, and terribly burned out. I live near the bottom of a mountain in Portugal with my partner, my welsh sheepdog, and with my son living close by. I spend my days trying to find the best way to spend my spoons and wishing I had more energy to spend in the garden.
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Finally, we have cut those bits of granite, giving three pieces the same size to lay next to each other to form the top of the heated bench.

I think we might actually have the bench itself before winter!

Note also duck-patched T-shirt, grey water pipe to take the laundry water to the fig tree, old marble kitchen sink also waiting to be installed...
I wonder if it would work to post asking how the generally accepted advice could be improved by applying permaculture principles to it? Using it as a springboard for something better seems much more appropriate than just posting generic stuff and then hoping to sneak affiliate links in, which feels icky to me. What on earth are you hoping to promote if you have no personal experience? And of course whatever you post would have to meet organic standards as a bare minimum.

Are you hoping to actually start your own garden? Can you share pictures? I'm sure there are plenty of people here who can help you make that move from the standard AI researched advice to something that actually works.
In the eight years I've had my dog I've trimmed his nails twice. Once was very soon after I got him as he'd been living with someone who kept him in a cage and he didn't get enough exercise to wear them down. Once was quite recently because one of his dew claws had gotten so long it was curling around and began to catch on things as he ran around the place, which obviously hurt him.

I'm still not convinced it was necessary to cut all of them though. But then he's a sheepdog and runs around like a lunatic on fairly hard ground as much as he can which keeps all the claws except the dew claws pretty well under control.
5 days ago
When we bought this place around seven years ago, the neighbours had loads of exceedingly well cared for young fruit trees. They had drip irrigation installed, they were professionally pruned every year, and the grass around them was mown neatly but the land was never ploughed, which meant they can comply with fire regulations whilst allowing the soil to rebuild.

But there was one young tree that broke their rules.

And it was growing half way down the bank that rose from their bottom terrace to the track that goes up to the next terrace.



They never seemed to prune it like the others, and it wasn't neatly arranged and maintained. And as it grew it started to overhang the track which meant we started to drive into the branches with the truck, and then also the car as it grew bigger. I felt guilty about this and eventually asked them if we could cut it back a bit so we didn't damage either it or our wing mirrors. They laughed and told us to do what we wanted with it as it wasn't even supposed to be there and must have grown from a peach pit that got thrown onto the bank years ago. They never even watered it! So I trimmed it a bit so stopped driving into the branches.

It's one of the first trees I see every morning when I come down the steps, and I was utterly delighted a few weeks ago when I noticed that it had three little peaches growing on it. I watched them getting bigger and bigger, then one morning I noticed that one of them had fallen off. And it had tumbled down the bank and got caught behind a rock. I also knew that the moment I let my dog out, he would immediately sniff it out and devour it, which to me is sacrilege as the first ripe fruit from a young fruit tree should be carefully sampled and shared out so everyone can assess it. I couldn't reach it from the track, and it felt wrong to go onto their land to steal their fruit, so I got my long-handled fruit picker, scooped it up, and put it safe indoors until I saw one of them.

Later that day my neighbour came down to take Rock out for a walk and I gave the peach to her. We ceremoniously washed it and cut two pieces off so we could each test it. It was absolutely delicious! So then she clambered up the rocks and picked the other two, gave one to me and took the other, and the remaining half of the first one, up with her to sample with her husband. And also gave me permission to go onto her bit of land to take photos to share.

It looks like the pit must have been thrown 'out of the way' and landed in a perfect spot, part way down the bank so it's shaded from some of the brutal summer sun, especially in the afternoons. Those rocks (the stone ones, not the dog...) will also give shade, and act as a serious mulch to reduce evaporation.



I just find it a wonderful accidental success story!
5 days ago

Christopher Weeks wrote:I have grown-from-seed 6-7 year old trees that are 12-15' tall and haven't produced any blooms yet. When do full-sized trees start making fruit?



I have a seven year old tree grown from seed, smaller than yours at about six foot, that is producing its first fruit this year.

I wonder if yours put their effort into growing taller, while mine settled on being smaller but more productive?
5 days ago
In Portugal we make a very simple lavender wand, no fancy ribbon or very much time needed.

I don't have one at the moment, and I can't find any photos, but this video demonstrates it  pretty well...

6 days ago
Spock wasn't the only one to write poetry on Star Trek - Data did too!

In fact, it inspired one of my dragons to write his own version (dragons plagiarise terribly...) to welcome Spot the Chamelon.

I should warn you that dragon poetry has been compared to Vogon poetry, though I think a little unfairly...

ODE TO SPOT



Furcifer oustaleti is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an ectothermic quintuped, insectivore by nature.
Your colour changing, vision and olfactory senses
contribute to your hunting skills and natural defences.

I find myself intrigued by your dermal fluctuations,
an iridescent way to aid communications
that illustrates your need to show us how you're feeling
then back to green and pleasant leafy tones to aid concealing.

Your tail is quite stupendous and helps you in your climbing
a true fifth limb which seems to me more use than all this rhyming...
And when not being utilised to aide in locomotion,
it too changes tint and hue reflecting your emotion.

O Spot, the complex wisdom and compassion you display
tell me how awesome it will be now you are here to stay.
For while you're here to teach me things and help me comprehend
I hope that I can be to you a true and trusted friend.

Written by Iggy. Mr Data helped.

Here's a link to the original version.
1 week ago
A lot of this thread has resonated me and has been quietly churning away in the back of my mind for a while.

I recently came across the saying "A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one", which is different to the original saying and resonates me with me very, very much. I've been unable to verify if there's much real history to the saying though. I may adopt it anyway.

I'm also reminded of my dragon stories, such as this one - The Dragons Play Towers of Hanoi and discover colour theory, pinkness and powers of 10 which are basically a way to communicate to people what goes on in my mind when I'm working on a problem. Each dragon is an aspect of my mind. They go off in different directions and study different things and just occasionally, when the occasion warrants, they all come together and figure something out. I'm frequently amazed how many different dragons are needed to adequately solve a problem!

I've been dabbling with philosophy recently, which has resulted in a new arrival (in the form of a young hedgehog by the name of Prickly Ben) in the Natural Philosophy of Dragons thread to help throw a different perspective on things. He's not a dragon, because he's someone else's ideas. Oh, and before very long Iggy is going to have a go at explaining why light has momentum but no mass. That's going to be using donkeys rather than dragons though. Because reasons...
1 week ago
Sometimes, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...

1 week ago
Iggy asked Alan about the book, and Alan brought it over to lend to him.

Iggy was enthralled by it, and spent weeks and weeks and weeks studying it and then studying various other books that seemed to be related to it. He got so involved he hardly ever seemed to have time for the rest of the dragons as he became completely absorbed in his studies.



The girls, on the other hand, had no luck attempting to talk to Idris, the ouroborus dragon who hung about biting the end of his own tail. He seemed to be completely content in his own little world and was exceedingly disinclined to interact with anyone or anything. Which, when I think about it, is very typical of him. I don't think I've ever actually caught him talking with anyone. Personally I think it's something to do with him being so fat. I'm sure he's twice as tubby as he should be, and he seems thoroughly content with his own company. Little Electra is much more slender and seems far more inclined to interact with things. Though just occasionally, when the light was right, it seemed to me that Idris wasn't just one dragon, but somehow two dragons who had become one, filling up all the available space. In which case maybe they were quite happy being a couple and didn't feel the need for anything more.

And whilst most of the dragons were busy playing and fixing things and inventing things, Rosa was, yet again, feeling a bit left out. She thought that maybe what she needed to do was to find something that would interest all of them and get them all working together again. But she wasn't quite sure what.

And then somebody pushed a leaflet under the front door, which changed everything...



Rosa looked at the leaflet and saw that it was advertising a local business selling lenses. And lenses are something to do with light. And that's what Iggy was studying. So maybe if she could buy one of those pretty lenses shown on the front of the leaflet, then maybe ALL the dragons could play with it and study together instead of splitting up and each doing different things.

So she took the leaflet and went to ask Austin if he would help...



"Austin, can we go and buy one of those pretty lenses for everyone to play with? I'm sure it would help with Iggy's studies..." she asked.

"Oh, I should think so. If they're not too expensive..."

Austin found an email address printed on the back of the leaflet and asked Sr Espinhosa, aka Mr Prickly, if they could arrange a visit. And a few days later the two of them went off on a secret mission together to buy a pretty lens.

They'd arranged to meet up on a hill on the neighbouring mountain range, the star mountains, overlooking the city. Austin stayed in the car and let Rosa see if she could manage the transaction by herself, though he kept a close eye on the proceedings.

Before long, Mr Prickly arrived with a box of lenses for her to choose from.



Rosa eagerly looked through all the lenses in the box, but none of them looked quite like the one she'd seen on the image on the front of the leaflet.

"Do you have big ones, with a handle, like the one in the picture?" she asked.

"Oh, you want a magnifying glass. I'll get young Ben to bring one over for you."

"O Abençoado – anda cá!" Mr Prickly called, and a young, very shy hedgehog poked his nose out from behind a bush. "E traga uma lupa!"

Young Ben rummaged around for a moment and found a lovely old-fashioned magnifying glass, took a deep breath, and bravely approached Rosa. He was actually rather fascinated by dragons and was very excited to get to meet one in real life. But then he realised he didn't know what language they spoke. He could speak Portuguese, and Spanish, and Dutch, and Latin, and Hebrew. And a bit of French and English too. And Hedgehog, of course. But which one should he use? He figured that maybe dragons were magical and could understand any language, so he tried Hedgehog first because it was his mother tongue. But it came out sounding like a squeak to Rosa's ears.



Rosa loved the magnifying glass - it was exactly how she'd imagined it should be - and declared that she would take it.

Mr Prickly and Austin were busy sorting out the payment, and young Ben realised that little pink dragons speak English and was busily trying to remember all his vocabulary.

"Hello, Miss Dragon. My name is Ben. Prickly Ben!" he told her, rather nervously.

"Hello Ben. I'm Rosa!" Rosa replied.

"I didn't know dragons spoke English. I need to practice my English more. Father says it would be good for business."

"Oh, well you can come and visit if you like. We speak Portuguese too, and Welsh, but we can stick to English if you like so you can practice. Let's go and ask your dad!"

But Austin and Mr Prickly seemed to already know what was happening. Some money changed hands, Austin tucked a shiny new brass and leather mini-telescope into the glovebox, and Mr Prickly shouted to young Ben that if he wanted to go and visit the dragons then he needed to go and pack whatever he needed to take with him. Ben scurried back home as fast as he could to pack his favourite toys, and Austin gently reminded Rosa that not everyone was fond of hugs and cuddles and to make sure she respected young Ben's boundaries.


And so it was that young hedgehog by the name of Abençoado Esphinhosa arrived, along with a very pretty magnifying glass and a bundle of toys, to see what he could learn.



Though in my experience, when someone wants to learn something from you, they very often end up teaching as much as they learn. That seems to be the nature of the way the world works...