There are many many hoppers in the garden at present, and I took a little time to get to know one…….
The battle against Unconventional Coal Seam Gas extraction in the Limestone Coast region continues. The community is gathering together. A pop-up action meet takes place tomorrow at Naracoorte. I’ll be there.
On Friday 24th January, I was one of the 150 plus people who gathered near Penola to protest about unconventional gas exploration drilling currently being done by Beach Energy. Coal Seam Gas mining is regarded by many concerned communities as being hazardous to human health. This generally conservative farming community turned up to voice their concerns about the situation, and gather support from each other. They definitely feel their future, and that of their children, in this area is at risk. They are ready to fight.
I think the following images tell the tale…..
Tomorrow the yellow Lock the Gate sign goes onto my front gate, and it’s hoped all landowners in this region will also do the same, giving the message loud and clear, that FRACKING IS NOT ACCEPTABLE HERE!
I’ll be posting updates on this matter as things develop.
A potted apple tree in my courtyard has attracted a multitude of tiny caterpillars, and they in turn, have attracted me.
A solitary American monk named Thomas Berry writes that in our relationship to nature, we have been autistic for centuries. Wrapped tightly in our own version of knowledge, we have been unreceptive to the wisdom of the natural world. To tune in again, to have the “spontaneous environmental rapport” that characterized our ancestors, will take doing something that is perfectly delightful: reimmersing ourselves in the natural world.
Janine M. Benyus
The source of man’s unhappiness is his ignorance of Nature.
One of the lakes along the Limestone Coast is Lake George, and I recently visited a small area of it. I’m still researching more information about this body of water, which is one of the three large lakes along the Limestone coast between Beachport and Robe. One person I spoke with, had memories of gathering large amounts of fish from there, some 50 years ago…. sadly, this behaviour which was typical of those days, had a detrimental effect on native stocks of fish. Today, activities on the Lake are better monitored and it’s slowly recovering, although it’s highly unlikely that it can return to its previous state.
There are a few entry points to Lake George, and this one is near to the Woakwine Cutting.
From the main road, there’s a 2 WD track to a parking area, and this is the 4WD extension which then goes to around the lake. It was just Fred and I for most of the time, with an another vehicle turning up just as we were leaving. If you want a place with no crowds, this is it.
Ah, the smell of the fresh air!
The Lake appears to be tidal, and I was well prepared with rubber boots, wellingtons. Summer is still a while off 🙂 and no barefoot paddling for me until then.
Another plant well adapted to such conditions is the samphire. In recent times it’s become popular with the chefs.
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. ~Henry David Thoreau
~Willa Cather, 1913
A little lonely out there on it’s own, but it’s not giving up just yet…..
What a lesson in resilience!
And when life gets topsy turvy, think like a tree and get grounded!
Up there – in the wild blue yonder!
Who hasn’t dreamed of living in a tree house?
New life – persistence pays off.
More new life.
Yes indeed, however you look at it, we need trees. Need more convincing?
Read more HERE
Get ready for National Tree Day!
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.