We are home.
It is male.
It is female.
Home is we.
Home is a place of many makings,
We are young ones,
learning to make,
of goodly things.
We are older ones,
who brew fire and broth,
preserve all manner of sweet things,
throw together weedy, seedy and sprouted lentil salads,
clean and dry nutritious weeds for storing,
sift the char from the potash and use both in different applications,
build ritual places to cry out the old life,
and recycle our mammalian wastes to ferment into humanure.
Our various productions require planning ahead,
in order to create abundance,
and turn such treasure into medicine,
and all before lunchtime,
which is before playtime,
and more play,
before siesta time.
The afternoon's homemaking sees us expanding the food commons,
bow making with gleaned timbers,
and then on to the tip to bring back more glass frames,
to extend the growing season,
and to make another story of economy,
that is active and accountable,
and love treasuring,
Thank you Gabrielle Connole for all the wonderful photos above, and the 24 hours we shared together.