Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Welcome back to me, by me.

I have not written in weeks. And you can tell by the way this blank page is intimidating me. But the words, and their subtleties are vying to get out. So, I must persist.

Why I have not written is a mundane, yet lofty reason. Mundane because I was studying, and lofty, simply for the reason of being able to do something I can do, better. Not for any externally observable qualification. Yesterday was my first test, and it has been a fair score years since I had to write tests. Under the added stress of not knowing whether the Wi-Fi would hold up to be able to get, and submit, my test. But it did, and I am thankful for it.

And there I have my theme for today. Seeing at is Sunday, it would be appropriate to spend this time in the Church of Thankfulness.

There are a very many things for which I am not yet at an altitude of thankfulness yet. Impending tourism company COVID loan relief repayment being one of them.

But there are a very many things I can sit here and appreciate individually, and collectively, for the serenity (and scenery) it brings to my heart.

First, thank you Alanis Morissette.

Thank you for the Wi-Fi for yesterday. Note, yesterday, not today, because today it is off.

You see, as thankful as I am, I still have a rich vein of caustic sarcasm running through me.

Balance in life is what I call it, and it is another thing to be thankful for. After all, how can you appreciate the dawn, if you have not made it through the night.

The presumably patient sewing lessons of Mother. While the sometimes-tedious row upon row of sewing and finishing off seams take up time, the joy in handing two more babies their personalised octopi stuffed with well wishes from the heart, make it worth it.

Octopi in the making – if your favourite colour is yellow, and you are reading this, you should expect it in the post this week. You know who you are 😉

Ziggy made it. While my big boy Boerbok goat no longer comes crying for his weekly bottle of milk on a Sunday, meaning I do not see him often, he is a well-adjusted individual within a social network of happy goats.

Ziggy at just under 3 months

My peanuts. Ground nuts, sounds so much more authentic. They are now dried, and though take up lots of volume in the process, makes eating each individual nut all the more appreciative/appreciated. I would think now is an appropriate time to thank the heavens on behalf of the fieldmice too. (See – caustic vein and all that)

Peanut Gallery
The end product
First cup of sanity

This fresh cup of good filter coffee.

The first of the day is always, always reason for thanksgiving. No caustic remarks for this one, unless you are on the wrong side of that first cup.

And the award goes to…. The farm. Even saying it, fills all the gaps between my atoms and negative/positive ions to the brim with a peace stuffed with cows (including No-No), Daisy & Valentino, Mable, Ganamede (the new young bull) and number 18 (the “experienced” borrow bull from the neighbour), with goats (Kruispad Cecil and his papers, ewe X, Cecil X and his fellow young gun rams who have been dispatched to green pastures with their own herds, the twins, the triplets and their always pregnant moms, with chickens (the gifted Hank, Mrs Hank, Hester and Hanna as well as the 20 well trained boy & girl chicks, the staff and their horses and horse carts and love for the animals and Agri produce, and now I need to stop before I mention the successful vegetables and related produce I have been marketing. For that, there is a separate page.

  • Morning walks

The sermon is over, but the message remains. Go forth, live long, and prosper.

Cuppa tea Dicky?

I think my WordPress headline analyser tool is going to have an apoplexy with that title. Too short, not enough familiar words, not enough complex words. Basically, not enough words. And the sentiment? I will give an update once I have done my spellcheck (which I forgot to do last week, hope it wasn’t too painful reading….)

Today’s blog is about moving forward. Not in any real great philosophical life epiphany sense. More practical – how to move forward with the DBP product range.

I am going to work out how to add a product page to my blog, which will feature the ingredients of each batch. The reason is simple really. I made the labels too small, and my handwriting looks like a zombie apocalypse footprint.

Beginning of the month salticrax
End of the month salticrax

It gives a great opportunity to also add some recipes. For example, what all you can do with pesto (other than heaping spoonful’s of the stuff onto whatever crackers you can find in the “end of the month” cupboard.

Anyway, back to my product range:

The launch of the DBP brand
  1. Japanese Mustard Pesto. Out of stock for the moment, but I am toying with the idea to make JMP infused pasta. Simply boil it up (home-made pasta cooks in 2 minutes), toss in some cocktail tomatoes, maybe some salami, and voila!
  2. Dried Basil. Preservative free, no harmful pesticides (unless you are a fly, and you do not like apple cider vinegar). I feel a recipe coming up involving pasta & cream.
  3. Dried marjoram. Same principle. Will follow into production in 2 weeks’ time.
  4. Chamomile tea. I just need to check exactly how much to add to each cup, in the dried format. Once I have done that, it will go into retail.
  5. Natural pesticide for your home. Marigold (aka Stinkaster) makes pretty flowers and keeps the bugs off your produce.
  6. Dried mint. Coming soon. Would be used for mint tea (ate too much? Try some DBP mint tea before retiring).
  7. Fennel seeds. For use in baking – I think I will do tomorrow’s “road-trip-back-to-the-city-sandwiches” on a fennel infused sourdough bread.
Mint tea in the making

My supply source.

Where the wild things grow – Mint. Also found some surprise tomatoes and produce yet to be identified. Can you see Moringa in the brand’s future?

It is a bit of a mix between free range (mint), and carefully tended greenhouse. But its all good. All natural, no harmful pesticides nor artificial fertilizers. Only good old fashioned cow dung here.

The greenhouse

My retail outlet.

Well, at this stage it is a small little farm stall just outside Windhoek. In my typical goal orientated style, where I perhaps pay less attention to such minor details as distribution channels, I have not actually gotten to formalising this though. I will venture the name once have convinced them to stock more of my product. And once I have convinced them to administer my waste reduction return your glass container for a discount on your next DBP purchase. Work in progress.

For now, its back to the day job while I bed down this alternative living off the land self-sustaining lifestyle.

PS – yes, headline analyzer gave me a score of 28 out of 100.

Starting from scratch.

The Great Reset (of 2020), in 2021

Stage Fright – This is what I have this morning. I have not written in a few weeks, and now I’m staring at a blank sheet of paper. But its OK, sentence one is done (and now, sentence two). And that is how you get through a troublesome week in an industry that COVID has not quite killed off completely yet. That is also how you get through advanced level of studies, that will only end in October. By starting, and by taking a knee, and then starting again.

We are 20 days short of our lock down 1 year anniversary. It seems like a good time to take a knee. Slow down, check your status and your surrounds, and start up again.

Today’s taking a knee, consists of my first impressions for the day.

Octopus # n

Creativity got a breath of fresh air, and I should be done with Francois’ octopus by the end of the day. Sorry for the delay to the first grandson in a family of grand daughters who all had their octopi by the time they were born. That may be a good photo story – the octopi and their caretakers.

Tea in re-purpose-able packaging

Being environmentally sensitive and trying to reduce waste can be pretty. I found these delightful teas at our local Zero Waste store.

Zero-Waste (zerowastestore.com.na)

(No – I don’t earn any commission from the link, but I do hope I score some more waste reduction brownie points).

Taking the time to capture some thoughts, rants, or memories seems to be catching. I finally managed to convince dad to capture his childhood time capsule memories, and from the few I’ve heard, I think it is going to be quite funny. Imagine being smacked by a bunch of Ouma’s prize winning Kanna’s, trying to run away from your due reprimand, in a tiny garden.

Grandpa’s memoirs

One may think its just boring stuff to others, but reading through Grandpa’s autobiography was fascinating. Who knew that this proper English gentleman, who guarded Grandma’s infamous tea trolley and its cakes (with the grown up cakes on a different level that the kids’ cakes), was such a hell raiser in the muddy quagmire of Hopton Road. And later, repairing the telephone exchange stations after each bombing raid.

My technical garden advisor is on leave in the North, but I am happy to report that we are able to maintain a fair crop of corn. It is a bit of a struggle though, to keep the ground squirrels away from the ground nuts planted in between the mielies.

15 Jan 2021 vs 5 March 2021

Anyone see “Children of the Corn?

This plantation does mean the guest unit will move off the yard, but why not. We have space.

Then there is this keyboard. I know why E is in the state it is in, but what did F7 do?

I’m happy to report that the produce is starting to bring in some cash. Brinjals, rainbow peppers, Chilimelade and Japanese Mustard Pesto.

The sourdough mother plant is ready to produce the fresh baked wholewheat bread sandwiches that we enjoy for breakfast on the journey back to “the city” early Monday morning.

And we have our first born calf – Welcome Valentino. You win a portion of pesto if you can guess when he was born.

Valentino with protective Daisy

Talking about cows, we caught Mable supping off Daisy! She is a cow! Perhaps not the brightest of the lot, but very friendly, and very photogenic.

I’ll end on that pretty and productive note – The WiFi is frustrating slow today, as it had been for the last few weekends, and I’m losing my carefully crafted thread of thought waiting for the upload of the visual part of today’s blog.

Have a good week everyone!

Living off the land is much like living in the land

Always when I set aside time to write my blog, it is a bit of bother to find a way to start. And then when pen hits paper (so to speak) all the half-hidden concepts come out babbling like the crowd out of the stadium underpass after a great rock show.

The noise and excitement, the colours and chaos all get carried along the same intangible undercurrent of goodwill and shared experience.

And I am required somehow, to route this tide of ideas into streams and rivulets, until it has ebbed to a reasonably clear and logical train of thought.

All the words that are vying for the top spot in today’s blog, are provoked by a statement from a well-known person in the last week or so. I will not say who that person is, but I do think it is a sentiment shared by many. And it is disappointing.

They only complain about the corruption, because they are not also eating.

AN Onymous

Yes, of course. Is it not palpable? The unfairness of taking out of the benefit for many, to advance the interest of just a few?

To avoid any inconsequential analysis of abstract deliberations. Let me make it clear. Fishrot. Diamondrot. And the next rot that has already festered away at our collective ability to look after all of us.

If the money that was unfairly allocated to “The Six”, or nine, or however few it did benefit.

Who knows how much was actually involved? According to corruptionwatch.org.za it was around US$650m. US$. At today’s (poor) rate, that is N$9,750,000,000.

Could that have helped educate a few of the children included in our population of 2,5m? Or build a fairly robust structure in which they could go to school? Who could them empower themselves to feed their families? Or maybe buy a few doses of vaccine? Or invest in exportable renewable energy for some valuable foreign exchange, rather than allowing foreign oil guzzling countries to ransack our pristine countryside in the search for oil, which anyway needs to stop if we have any hope of surviving climate change?

Yes, anonymous person. I am complaining because I am not eating. I am not eating the fruit from a food secure sovereign state. But let me know if you need any home remedies for your indigestion.

The purpose of this blog as a whole, resolves around living off the land. But to live off the land, you must also live in the land.

Who was it that said, no man is an island?

No Man Is an Island is a 1962 war film about the exploits of George Ray Tweed, a United States Navy radioman who avoided capture and execution by the Japanese during their years-long World War II occupation of Guam.

And because this post is not so pretty, there are no pretty pictures to add. So, let me include the poster for the movie, as a tension breaker.

The actual idiom is much more intuitive than I had thought until I had found this on the web.

This expression is a quotation from John Donne’s Devotions (1624):

“No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main.”




https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/no+man+is+an+island

That says it all, I hope you were able to glide along the gist of my torrent of thought and arrived at the same tranquil loch of logic. No man is an island. You are your fellow man; your fellow man is you. Do not take from your fellow man, what you do not want taken from you. Help your fellow man, to help you.

3 lessons this weekend, in the veggie garden, and in life

I have been feeling the inspiration growing in my mind since yesterday’s harvest in the butternut patch. And this morning, after a “Tête-À-Tête” with my technical advisor working side by side, I can no longer delay, The dishes will have to wait until I have penned the three things my veggie patch tutored me on today.

  1. The sweet things in life will take over.

It was the first enlightenment of the weekend, while harvesting butternuts. I was looking forward to placing a supply order with Fruit & Veg City for the hundreds of butternuts I have been carefully watching since the first tentative flowers.

The first ever (successful) butternut harvest

We even repurposed yards and yards of netting to protect the butternuts from the critters that come during the night. This seemed to pay off as you could see the vegetables slowly ripening without damage.

If I had blogged 2 years ago, you would have known that at the time, I was looking forward to some butternut infused kudu steaks, seeing as the kudus decided it was not for my consumption. So it was particularly precious to see the fruit vegetables of my labour appearing before my eyes.

And this is gooseberry forest AFTER I had decimated it

I did have a good harvest, but came to the realisation that I was only harvesting around the edges. There was no harvest from the centre of the patch? Why? Because the gooseberries had taken over.

And that is the lesson. I left the gooseberry that survived from last season, in one small corner of the patch. You know, for the occasional sweet treat. Over delicately infused mascarpone and a sweet aniseed flavoured syrup. Or a handful of fresh vitamins as you stroll through the garden.

Lo and behold. Believe me when I tell you gooseberries Self-Propagate. Profusely.

Johannes – My technical advisor – holding our harvest from a patch the size of a 12 seater dining table.

Lesson 1: You have to appreciate the sweet things for when and where they are appropriate. And not allow them to dictate how your life develops (or does not develop…..)

PS – the first harvest kitchen experiment was 100% homegrown. Except for the cheese. Mable has to come to the party for that to happen…

An experiment in butternut and red pepper. If you are going to wrap it in foil over the coals, like I did, you do it for the steamed texture. But I was after the intensity of taste, that grilling by direct heat brings, so next time I will rather bake/grill it in the oven.

2. Sometimes you have to action a tough call.

So here I was, blissfully appreciating the greenery of the carrot tops, making my vegetable patch appear vibrantly verdant.

Carrots have to be thinned out. And I hear my inner hippie voice say : “NO! Live and let live!”. But that can’t always be. By allowing the unrestrained sowing of carrot seeds to persist, the carrots are too close together, and they have no space to develop.

So you may sacrifice a few tentative carrot sproutlings in the early stages. But it is for the greater good. The rest of the carrots can grow to be big strong (and useful) suppliers of nutrition.

This is why you need to thin out carrots once they have sprouted

Lesson 2: Man up, put on your big girl panties (whichever is appropriate in your case 😊 ) and thin out those babies. If you are fortunate to have a few chickens on the loose, they will very much appreciate those very same timid sproutlings. And the circle of life continues.

3. Sometimes you have to wait.

Inaction is probably my biggest tyranny of strength. And by that I mean, I cannot sit idly by and wait for things to happen. If they don’t happen, and my action won’t change that, I change the target. So it is tough for me to utter the words “wait”.

Two types of Ombidi

But take the case of the Ombidi here. Ombidi is a collective noun in one of the local languages, for types of veld food. I understand from my technical advisor, that it is plucked, boiled, then dried to save for a later date. Or first dried then boiled for use? I don’t recall, and I have not tasted it (yet).

But the point is this:

Lesson 3: The plant is ready to eat. But if you harvest it now, it wont have prepared for the future yet. So you wont have a harvest to eat next year. So take a knee soldier. Appreciate it, care for it, and it will care for you over the longer term.

(I’m sure I can apply that analogy to the greed behind Fishrot and other pervasive corruption in our society today, but this is a glorious Sunday. I’ll deal with those cheats next week.)

I hope you take from today’s blog, the little things that can make your garden sustainable, and share the lessons that will make our society honourable. And eat your beans.