Busy days

After a very cold winter it is lovely to soak up the spring-time sun. I feel enlivened, and around me I see other life bursting forth as well. The grass is growing so quickly that I dare not stand still for long, it case it covers me! Birds are flying about more, including the parrots in their colourful coats, as they visit the gum tree blooms for nectar.

My time has been spent just recently in the vegetable garden. Suddenly there are many many tasks to do, especially if I want some food for the summer. This week has been a favourable moon-planting time, and I have been focused on sowing seeds, both in the garden proper and also in tubs and in tiny pots for transplanting later. There just could still be a frost, so I’m hedging my bets each way. Nice to get an early start, but it does carry a risk with it, and I hope to have something to fall back on if the garden seedlings don’t survive.

There is a tangible vibrancy in the air. Each day sees a new bloom appear or a new bird in the trees, and yesterday I had the first butterfly for the season land on the climbing peas. Such a joy to see this beautiful creature. Yes there are caterpillars about, but I rarely kill them these days - the plants can feed them so then I can see the butterflies.

Even the ants are on the move again. All winter they have been deep underground, and now the sun has drawn them out and they are busy replenishing the larder.

Another season begins.

Beetles

The cute, cuddly and fluffy species of this earth get all the good press. I’d like to speak up on behalf of the others. Maybe because I feel some affinity….

Beetles do a fantastic job in this world. In my garden live a variety of beetles, but the ones I see most frequently are the ground and dung beetles.

http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/beetles.htm

http://www.austmus.gov.au/factsheets/dung-beetles.htm

I remember watching a TV program by David Attenborough some years ago, in which he told the story of the humble dung-beetle. Hilarious and fascinating. http://www.animalplanet.com.au/david_attenborough/index.shtml

If Australia had more dung beetles, and more of those which deal specifically with sheep manure, the flies and the fly strike problem would be considerably reduced. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myiasis but this is not considered by those multinational chemical companies who advocate further use of toxic chemicals. And they are the ones who influence government policies…..

These wonderful creatures, the beetles, consume and transform dung into humus. They are in fact, wizards, alchemists - they transform manure into gold. They are worth more than their weight in gold. They are invaluable, beyond price.

The Egyptians highly regarded them. http://www.insecta-inspecta.com/beetles/scarab/index.html

So next time you come across a “bug” or “beetle”, before you thoughtlessly step on it, consider what part it plays in the greater scheme of things, and reconsider your actions. Maybe they have something to teach us all.

http://www.spinelesswonders.com.au/collection/insects/carabidae.html


Seeds

The summer has passed, and even though there is no consistent soaking rain, it is time for the autumn plantings in the vegetable garden. Of course, the question always is this - should I sow seeds while the ground is warm, or wait until the rains come? If I wait too long, the ground will be cold, and the seedlings will not grow as well. I may hedge my bets and try a bit each way.

With this in mind, I purchased some seeds this week. Now there are some very glossy seed catalogues, and plenty of seed stands in supermarket and similar multinational stores. I ignored them. I purchased my seeds from an Australian company that sells “The finest organic seed of the old traditional varieties. Our Food Heritage.”

These are seeds that I will be able to grow, then save the seeds from those plants for my future use. Over time, those plants will be adapted to my particular local conditions, and I will also be continuing the time-honoured tradition of saving old varieties of seed for future generations.

I am appalled by the consequences of GMO seeds. That is - Genetically Modified Organisms. Here’s what Brit Amos wrote in GlobalResearch.ca - Centre for Research on Globalization, March 25 2008 -

“Genetically modified seeds are produced and distributed by powerful biotech conglomerates. The latter manipulate government agricultural policy with a view to supporting their agenda of dominance in the agricultural industry. American conglomerates such as Monsanto, Pioneer HiBred and others have created seeds that reproduce only under certain conditions, often linked to the use of their own brands of fertilizer and/or insecticide.
The genetic modification of the plant leads to the concurrent genetic modification of the flower pollen. When the flower pollen becomes genetically modified or sterile, the bees will potentially go malnourished and die of illness due to the lack of nutrients and the interruption of the digestive capacity of what they feed on through the summer and over the winter hibernation process.”

And then there is the Doomsday Seed Vault, officially known as Svalbard Global Seed Vault, located on Spitsbergan Island, Norway. Some of the players in this are the Rockefeller Foundation, Monsanto, Syngenta Foundation, and the Government of Norway.

Somehow, I do not feel comforted by the presence of this vault. I do not believe that these investors have spent their money for the ‘public good’.

Thirty years ago my uncle, a commercial seed grower, was concerned about the changes to the industry and how the ordinary person was going to be disadvantaged by these big companies. No one wanted to listen to him then, and not many are listening now. But I remember his words, and I shall save my seeds. I know how to garden, but for me, it is more than simply growing food. It is a political statement. It is part of the journey of regaining personal power. It is saying - I know how to feed myself, I can survive. This you cannot take away from me.

This time the ants were right!

For the past two days the ants have been ferocious again, latching onto and eating anything that is/was alive, including me! Even down at the river, where I’ve never had a problem before, I could not sit in my usual place due to their agitated presence. The ants near the house had been settled for many weeks, since their January episode of biting. We had reached a state of amiable acceptance, until this week. The weather has been exceedingly hot for days on end, with no relief in sight, and usually the ants scale down their work when it is so hot. But not this time. Did it mean there was rain coming? Could I believe that? Yesterday afternoon a dust storm swept through the area, lifting the soil off the barren paddocks, high into the air creating a haze. Some lightning and thunder followed, with the appearance of rain falling in the distance. However, at home only a smattering of rain fell. Not even enough to settle the dust. So disappointing as rain is most welcome here in this dry and dusty place.

This afternoon, again the storm clouds gathered and yes, this time they did drop some rain!! A heavy downpour lasting 15 minutes dropped 7 mls of the precious liquid. What a blessing that was! All the dust was washed off plants, they could breathe easily again. As I walked about after the rain, I could smell their clean fresh breath, ah, it was heavenly. The cats were frolicking about, responding to the freshened circumstance also.

After the rain, the ants did not resume their same intensive behaviour. What a relief! It can be difficult co-habiting this place with them, but I cannot take it upon myself to kill them. Who knows or understands them fully? I don’t. But I do know they have lots to teach me, if only I can take the time to be their student.

Summer heat

The cat drew my attention to the beetles over by the horse manure pile, by gently patting something on the ground. Inspection revealed two dung beetles, mating. Now some people may regard this as ho hum, but to me, it was a highlight of the day. Dung beetles are fantastic workers, converting piles of dung into humic rich soil, and removing breeding opportunities for flies in the process. All that the dung beetle requires, is dung. Well, I am more than happy to gather the horse manure for these beetles and their off-spring. While the earthworms do a wonderful job, also converting waste into nutrient rich soil, they require much cooler and damper conditions in which to work. Come the hot weather, they go deep underground. And lately it has been hot. Very hot. Days on end of 42C plus in the shade, and only dropping to 30C over the night. Yet, here they are, these two dung beetles, getting on with their lives unconcerned by the heat.

I’m a bit like the earthworms. I retreat from the heat. Or perhaps I am more like the birds. They are out and about early in the day, and again in the evening. Early mornings will see me tending the garden, collecting manure, then taking the horse out grazing by the river. It is lovely to lie at rest then, in the shade of the solitary tree on the river bank, gazing up at the various birds as they perch in the tree briefly, before flying onto their more sheltered places for the remainder of the day. By the time the galahs have finished, the day is warming up, and it is time for me to collect the horse and head for home. If it’s too hot for the galahs, it is definitely too hot for me. I’ll follow their cue. When the rains come, as they will one day, I’ll again follow their cue and dance with my arms outstretched, revelling in the refreshing revitalising moisture. I don’t mind being a bit of a galah at times……maybe they are not so silly after all.