Wednesday 29 July 2015

Winter forest

The Wombat Forest called us recently, so we dropped our human-centricity and went bush. We walked out from home,


crossed the Wombat Creek,


and came across these little Green skin-heads (Cortinarius austrovenetus).


A little further on we came across the ghost fungus (Omphalotus nidiformis), a mushroom that illuminates the forest at night when we diurnal mammals sleep. For ring-tailed possums, high up in a eucalypt or protected from powerful owls in a newcomer hawthorn tree, they cast a magical light show.


Earthballs (Scleroderma sp.), a type of puffball, were out in great numbers.


None of the day's autonomous finds was edible, so we stuck with spelt stick damper (Zeph's specialty) and gum leaf tea for lunch.


The bush and knowing our small place in it — the joy of insignificance —


restored our housebound senses.

Monday 6 July 2015

Cold season food and family cloth

The cold months in Daylesford are a time of surprise and pleasure. It has given us much delight, for example, to suck out the bletted jelly from medlars plucked from the tree.


The currawongs have loved them too.


We've been praising walked-for snared rabbit, stewing the flesh, brothing the bones and salting the pelts.


We've been digging up dandelion roots for roasting and brewing into a dark thick coffee. Patrick discusses the full process in the next issue of Pip magazine.


Our goodly neighbours brought us back some fish they'd caught on the coast and we cooked them on coals in the garden, which made us nostalgic for what we loved about living on the road.


We've been hunting common pine mushrooms like these saffron milk caps,


and slippery jacks,


We've been harvesting and drying hawthorn berries for Meg's nourishing herbal infusions (with rosemary, rose hips, elderberries, parsley and fennel).


We've been juicing autumn's cellared fruit and winter's wondrous weeds.


We've been free-ranging the chooks to make sure they are healthy to get them through the sub-zero nights.


We've been finishing off the SWAP* shed, ready for our next guests.


We've been reclaiming our peasant sensibilities with our friend Vasko, herding his sheep on common land as part of an organic land management model.


This is the current land management model: herbicides kill a patch of the nutritious free street vegetable mallow in Daylesford and the toxic residues end up in the local water supply.


One of the big break throughs AaF has made since our last post was to rid our household of toilet paper. We once spent around $260 a year on this unsustainable, forest-pulp product.

Here is our bathroom. Notice anything unusual?


Instead of toilet paper there are numerous cut up rectangles of cloth sitting on the cistern that are used over and over again. We cut this cloth from an old flannelette bed sheet.

In our SWAP* shed we have built a simple composting bucket toilet, note the family cloth here too.


After wiping with a rectangle of family cloth, we simply fold the cloth and put it in a bucket with a lid that sits beside the toilet. Family cloth is much softer than toilet paper and much much easier to process than cloth nappies.


Inside the bucket it is dry. Occasionally we throw in a few drops of eucalyptus oil. It doesn't smell at all (although we may have to adapt the process in the warmer months). We learnt by trial and error that cutting the cloth with pinking shears,


didn't help with the cloth fraying when they went through the wash.


So we bartered a sour-dough lesson with the delightful Mathilda, who beautifully over-locked them.


This is what they now look like up close.


About once or twice a week we put on a hot wash of our family cloth and hang them out to dry.


Thanks boys! And thank you Dear Reader for checking in with us again.

*SWAP (Social Warming Artists and Permaculturalists) is our version of WWOOF (Willing Workers on Organic Farms).