Thursday, 18 February 2010


My apologies for the sporadic posts lately, but my days are filled. I get up before dawn and wait on a dark country road for the bus, and spend three hours a day riding to and from nine hours at a day job. I time it so I can see The Girl for a few hours each night, and that leaves little time for writing – and I am trying to write a book in the meantime. We are finishing the last bit of work on the hours, and we have gardens and trees to plant. There is much to do.

We have made a compost bin out of the pallets used by the builders, and hope to use the rest to make a chicken coop. Last weekend we put up curtains that will help with insulation as well as decoration, and lay pruned boughs of lilandia as paths across the muddy land. We drilled holes in the oaken logs and inserted bullets of mycelium, which we hope will yield mushrooms later this year. We have been picking the builders’ rubble out of the mud, readying the land for planting.

We decided not to lay lilandia branches under the earth, as the turpentine in them would not be good for the plants. My mother-in-law, however, knows a technique from when she was a girl in Germany of laying sticks under the earth to create raised beds. In theory, the sticks should provide a solid layer under the soil and allow drainage while composting down. We’ll find out.

For Valentine’s Day --- and Candlemas, which also passed recently – The Girl and I made a fairy candle: you stand an ordinary candle in a cardboard tube like a Pringle’s can, fill the can with ice cubes around the candle, and pour hot wax over everything. The wax freezes, the ice melts and the result is a delicate, crystalline structure, and when the inner candle burns light shines through all the crevices.

FADA is working on getting an office and more volunteers, and our projects continue. We have officially registered as a Transition Town, part of a global network of towns preparing for the future – something of a formality in our case, as our group began around the same time Transition Towns began to the south in Kinsale, and we have been something of an unofficial Transition Town almost from the beginning.

With all this, there has been a great deal I want to write about, and not been enough time to blog every day, and I’m sorry if I take a few days to respond to comments. Keep checking in.

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