Of witches, conjugated verbs and things that go BANG in the night…

Hi Folks,

So what does one do when one has buffeted their dear constant readers with a succession of small blog posts at regular intervals over the last week? One gives you a short post, that’s what “One” does ;). The “BANG!!!” in the title is somewhat of a misnomer…a dangling carrot in front of your jaded eyes if you will to lure you back to the fold. Steve headed in to one of the outer suburbs of Launceston to pick up some heavy items for a friend of ours who doesn’t own a car and while he was taking a side trip over to Woolworths to pick up some frozen Brussels sprouts (what can I say…SOMEONE  has to love them!) and 2 litres of “good” milk (don’t get me started on the watered down garbage that the major supermarkets are using as loss leaders to pull customers through the doors and that is ultimately going to shape Australia’s dairy industry into the future…I SAID don’t get me started! 😉 ) when he noticed a little white haired lady waving maniacally at him from a small silver car…it was Glad from next door!

Second fermenting Hilda the Booch's fizzy results with a bottle of Pomegranate juice Stage 1

Second fermenting Hilda the Booch’s fizzy results with a bottle of Pomegranate juice Stage 1

After a couple of days the booch is now starting to fizz nicely Stage 2

After a couple of days the booch is now starting to fizz nicely Stage 2

“Wendy (her middle aged daughter) absolutely positively HAS to have some “special tomatoes” that you can’t buy anywhere but here” she apparently said with the appropriate degree of sarcasm. Steve felt privileged to be inside Glad’s circle of trust and she went on to ask Steve if he had heard the massive explosion sound the night before at 9.30pm. Now if it was me that she was talking to the answer would have been an unequivocal “Nope…sorry…” because by 9.30pm narf7 is well and truly super glued into the land of nod, not to wake until her bladder threatens to burst in the wee (pun FULLY intended) small hours…but Stevie-boy is a night stalker and as such may have heard the sound, but nope, he didn’t either so perhaps one of the large trees that semi-fell in the strong winds that we had last week performed a slow waltz to the ground? “If a tree falls on Glad’s property GLAD HEARS!” At least someone bore witness to its demise. By the way…YES I know that capitals mean yelling…I like to yell it’s a much underrated form of stress relief.

Steve bought me 4 bottles of this delicious Swedish cider for our anniversary meal. As you can see, I drank one so these 3 bottles will probably last me the rest of the year

Steve bought me 4 bottles of this delicious Swedish cider for our anniversary meal. As you can see, I drank one so these 3 bottles will probably last me the rest of the year

Booch mid fizz and a Rekorderlag (I TOLD you it was Swedish!) glass that came with the purchase full of non-dairy kefir.

Booch mid fizz and a Rekorderlag (I TOLD you it was Swedish!) glass that came with the purchase full of non-dairy kefir.

Today we talk about “stuff”. The stuff that has seen the wet weather carry on, Steve and I starting our final course unit where we learn to take everything so far and cram it maniacally into a pathetic excuse for a “Web Page”. If we let our imaginations run riot we could both be up for some kind of award methinks…Steve could get the honorary “Stephen King” award for the most B-Grade movie images crammed onto a single web page EVAH! And I would most probably end up with some obscure award from the Druid’s society for writing posts so laboriously hard to read and for bastardising the English vernacular so badly that I had actually managed to shroud some form of elemental truth (like the Holy Grail) from view by my sheer unmitigated refusal to compromise my “art” for my readers comprehension or reading pleasure.

Why looky here... do I spy a little girl scout collecting funds by selling Freddo Frogs for charity?

Why looky here… do I spy a little girl scout collecting funds by selling Freddo Frogs for charity?

We will start where I always start when I first tumble out of bed in the morning bedecked in a pair of Steve’s boxer shorts that have rapidly receding elastic on one side requiring me to clutch at them and making only one hand available to grope in the dark for the wall so that I don’t run head first into the enormous chunk of wood that someone thoughtfully chose to place at the end of our bed and give myself a leg cork from hell. I have also been known to hook the droopy bit of the undies on this large chunk of wood and in my half-awake semi dreaming state, have occasionally found myself wondering why my walk out to the kitchen is taking so long…

Why no! It would appear it was Earl attempting to negotiate his dog door with a prize stolen from Steve's music room...

Why no! It would appear it was Earl attempting to negotiate his dog door with a prize stolen from Steve’s music room…

Once in the kitchen I get dressed in front of Brunhilda who could care less about how I look. She loves me anyway and is one constant in my life that I never tire of. I forgot! I always turn on the P.C. on the way past as Mr Kaspersky our Russian Heavy who manages security here on Serendipity Farm needs time to choose  whichever toxins he has chosen to surprise the hackers and spammers with on any given day before taking up silent sentry duty for the day. If you want to try to infest us with Trojans or burrow a worm into us I suggest you talk to Mr Kaspersky…it’s easier that way, at least your death will be quick…

"Excuse me... if you could just see your way clear to filling my box with Freddo Frogs I will be out of your way in an instant..."

“Excuse me… if you could just see your way clear to filling my box with Freddo Frogs I won’t trouble you any further…”

Mr Kaspersky doesn’t bother with email spam though. It’s beneath him and thus my bleary pre-tea eyes tend to have to stare in bemused mirth at some of the enticing ways that spammers attempt to lure me to head over to their sites…only this morning I had this delightful leader… “Local Sluts – Slut Finder”…not too sure whether “I” was being asked to take part in the slut hunt or whether “I” WAS the slut at the end of the rainbow, either way, my pre-dawn brain isn’t ready for any form of wanton woman so I promptly sent them out into the ether to float with Major Tom for all eternity.

"I think Fatty is dead..."

“I think Fatty is dead…”

The ex driveway at the side rear of our house that is still mostly flooded but that looks verdant enough to share with you

The ex driveway at the side rear of our house that is still mostly flooded but that looks verdant enough to share with you

I have given up trying to kid myself that I am not addicted to Pinterest. I am. I choose to get up at 3am to indulge myself to the max. I first work my way through our 3 email inboxes where I sift through and answer the ones that matter to me and sort them into piles for Steve and Piles for me. If I haven’t answered it’s into the bin…life is too short for bad wine and unsolicited emails. Next I click my RSS Feed Reader into action and let it load up in the background. I get between 40 and 80 blog posts a day depending on the day. Early in the week it’s the lower quotient and Saturday is the big day for email posts. I work my way through posts, reading those that I love and indulging my senses in some amazing word smithing, excitingly sustainable possibilities and soaking up information like the little black magpie sponge that is narf7.

I am constantly amazed at the resilience of nature. This artichoke had been pecked down to the core. Forget torturing mice to find cures, we should be looking at plants!

I am constantly amazed at the resilience of nature. This artichoke had been pecked down to the core. Forget torturing mice to find cures, we should be looking at plants!

While I collect and collate (for indeed I keep a word doc open to save anything I find particularly useful and a notepad page to navigate between my RSS Feed Reader and Google…) I Pin. It’s curious that I can multi-task when it comes to information collation but give me 3 things to do at once and I turn into a gibbering wreck. Steve found me a new weapon in my arsenal of pilfering the other day. I had noticed that certain websites that I visited offered the chance to download the post in PDF format. Steve headed over to this amazing free plug-in and promptly told me that it was, indeed, free, but that it was only for people with “real blogs” not sad free WordPress blogs like we had :(. Narf7 sighs…BUT in the near future we will be creating a permanent home for Serendipity Farm in our own space and we WILL go to the ball damn it! Steve also said “why don’t you just stick it on your task bar and whenever you find a particularly bolshie site that won’t let you copy things you can whack the URL into the PDF maker and Bob’s your proverbial?” why didn’t “I” think of that?!!! Genius man! I KNEW I kept you around for something! So now I can pinch pages with impunity and those websites that have HUGE posts can be saved quickly and tucked away into my exponentially growing database. Here’s the URL if you aren’t aware of this wonderful free plug-in…

http://www.printfriendly.com/

A Cape Gooseberry bush coming back from possum attack and winter to start doing what perennial food sources do all over again for another year

A Cape Gooseberry bush coming back from possum attack and winter to start doing what perennial food sources do all over again for another year

"Can I help you ma'am?"

“Can I help you ma’am?”

The power and reach of social media still amazes me. Aside from having the ability to meet  new and likeminded people you can find out SO much these days! A single picture on Pinterest can lead you to an amazing site. I found this site the other day that I immediately tucked into my RSS Feed Reader

http://www.lowtechmagazine.com/

This online magazine has a wealth of low tech ideas to satisfy our modern needs and wants whilst rediscovering past solutions that are sustainable and kinder to our future. I immediately stuffed it (like a hamster cramming cheese into its cheeks) into my RSS Feed Reader so as not to lose it and eagerly look forward to new posts from this fringe online magazine.

This little fig survived a terrible dry summer with very little additional water.

This little fig survived a terrible dry summer with very little additional water.

This was an experiment. I filled this with compost about 6 months ago and am just about to dig in this spot to see if the next fig I am about to plant will benefit from this treatment. It's all about finding what works in your own little space

This was an experiment. I filled this with compost about 6 months ago and am just about to dig in this spot to see if the next fig I am about to plant will benefit from this treatment. It’s all about finding what works in your own little space

I find some interesting and informative things via my RSS Feed Reader posts and Pinterest. Only this morning (yes…I am writing this post today) I found a post about a book that Patty Smith wrote called “Just Kids” and logged on at 4.56am and put it on hold at my local branch of the state library. The library won’t be open for another 4 hours…how amazing is that? I guess it is only “AMAZING” to we last centuriers (yeah, I know…”no such word!” but whatchagonnadoeh?! 😉 ) who were born before computers. Yes… BEFORE COMPUTERS were main stream. Back when you had to send real letters if you wanted to communicate with someone you couldn’t easily reach by car and when a friend or family member headed interstate or overseas, that was it. You maybe phoned them once or twice but they were effectively out of your life. Now you just head over to Facebook or text them or send them an Instagrammed image of your foot with a moustache on it or something equally as trite, but the point is, you CAN almost immediately get in contact with them. We can bank in our underpants from the comfort of our computer chairs, we can order a bushel (is there still such a measure?) of baked beans from an online warehouse that will be delivered right to your door without having to get out of your underpants (unless you have a problem with the delivery guy seeing you sans outer garments that is…)

The possums have hammered this poor Japanese maple but it comes back every year without fail

The possums have hammered this poor Japanese maple but it comes back every year without fail

If you are isolated you aren’t any more with Social Media and our online system of commerce. I like to be balanced and remind myself that with great good (fun) comes the opportunity of great bad as in “us” being SO reliant on living our lives online, that we forget how to do so in reality. Plugged in and living in the Matrix where the real world is too hard to comprehend. Ok, so that probably arrived in this post because Steve and I have been watching a bit too much Crime T.V. lately but you can see where I am going. If we put all of our faith in the availability of everything online, one day someone is going to hijack that over-reliance of humanity on an easily hacked network and they are going to do something to make some money out of it. If they want to hack my Patty Smith book I guess I am just going to have to live with that!

Here’s an example of what I would consider “Good” information closely followed by “Garbage”…

Check out this amazingly exciting post about medicinal plants…

http://permaculturenews.org/2013/10/09/medicinal-plants/

And then this…”post” if you could call it that…

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2449000/Katy-Perry-John-Mayer-don-mouse-ears-stroll-Disneyland-date.html

Note the amazing content and awesome possibilities in the first and the complete lack of ANYTHING important or worthwhile in the second (including the nefarious pop-up that kept trying to open while Mr Kaspersky our Russian heavy kept shoving it back into cyberspace…). A perfect way to illustrate the potential for “Good” and for “mindless vacuous time wasting” offered by social media. I rest my case folks!

Enclosed chooks held captive for their continued existence for various reasons...

Enclosed chooks held captive for their continued existence for various reasons…

Free to roam chooks that return to their coop every evening to be shut in for their continued existence...

Free to roam chooks that return to their coop every evening to be shut in for their continued existence…

Fringe dwellers hell bent on repopulating the earth for THEIR continued existence... it's a constant cycle of chooks here on Serendipity Farm

Fringe dwellers hell bent on repopulating the earth for THEIR continued existence… it’s a constant cycle of chooks here on Serendipity Farm

Mrs 23Thorns witch post was most thought provoking. You don’t know who Mrs 23Thorns is? Where have you BEEN?!!! Go here immediately…do NOT pass go, you don’t have time…get some history into you for goodness sakes and don’t forget to take it with a liberal dose of good humour, tasty drive by bin dress ups and the ability to still stay sane whilst being married to the ubiquitous Mr 23Thorns (if you don’t know who Mr 23Thorns is, please take the time to create a small mental image of narf7 hitting her palm to her forehead…). But for the sake of a few hundred years, a mere twitch in the eyes of history, narf7 would be burned at the stake. I have “strange unguents” brewing and festering in my kitchen and a few birth marks…I dare to speak in the company of men! (They might not listen but I bloody dare to speak!)…I have the dubious pleasure of 13 (what a MAGICAL number) feral cats, most of them in various stages of “simple black” that race to the deck with upturned faces whenever I exit stage left…OBVIOUSLY I am a witch! But for a quirk of my birth date, I would never have managed to attain middle age.

2 of my minions...

2 of my minions…

Kind of typical, when you want to see them they aren't there!

Kind of typical, when you want to see them they aren’t there!

Mr 23Thorns has an esteemed position on the right hand side of this blog in my Blogroll. As soon as Steve gets out of bed and stops drooling and snoring I am going to get his amazing I.T. knowledge onto the problem I have of NOT having Mrs 23Thorns wonderful thought inspiring dances with history forever (I jest you not…theroadtoserendipity is immortal!) up there in lights with it. I am seriously considering placing her blog above your blog Mr 23Thorns. Not because I don’t respect your ability to conjugate a verb, but because she just struck a gong that has been threatening to blow inside my head and because she is RIGHT! We women have to stick together and she has shared that her name is Tracy and you sir, who would KNOW what your name is? So I am calling you Zebedee and as EVERYONE knows…”T” comes before “Z” in alphabetical hierarchy. So be it… and it was so.

Our little orchard that we have to figure out how to protect from the marauding possums this year

Our little orchard that we have to figure out how to protect from the marauding possums this year

A little cherry tree that was mostly dead but that appears to be giving it the old college try for at least one last time

A little cherry tree that was mostly dead but that appears to be giving it the old college try for at least one last time

If you would like to read Ms Tracy’s wonderful post that inspired that outburst (and her elevated position in the blog roll hierarchy) please feel free to duck over and give it a read. You won’t regret it. She certainly knows how to conjugate a verb AND she can spell as well. I hold her in awe-full esteem…

http://tracyloveshistory.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/of-witch-hunts-and-fairground-rides/

And just so’s he doesn’t sulk too badly, here’s Mr 23Thorns blog for you all to head over to and check…

http://23thorns.com

Evidence of driveway clearing and a few solid hours work

Evidence of driveway clearing and a few solid hours work

More evidence and undergrowth for possums to hide in

More evidence and undergrowth for possums to hide in

I just started a new Pinterest Board of blog posts that make me stop and think. My brain is an incredibly active place to be. It is constantly quivering between thought and action and usually thought wins out. I must have incredibly active synapses because my brain flickers past ideas at lightning speed. I can only begin to imagine that the reason I can no longer remember where I put the mobile phone or the butter is because my brain has honed its ability to process information far beyond my ability to translate its responses ;). Now…if I am going to hand you a shorter post than usual I had best finish right about NOW!

I thought you might like some pretty flowers. This is a Clematis montana

I thought you might like some pretty flowers. This is a Clematis montana

The side garden that appears hell bent on covering its nakedness with osteospermum daisies

The side garden that appears hell bent on covering its nakedness with osteospermum daisies

An orchid that we inherited from my dad that flowers maniacally every year. This is a single spike of 7 that the plant is currently sporting

An orchid that we inherited from my dad that flowers maniacally every year. This is a single spike of 7 that the plant is currently sporting

Lastly here's a Ceanothus and a bee.

Lastly here’s a Ceanothus and a bee.

I hope you will check out the links that I shared with you in today’s post. They are all incredibly worthwhile and worth the look-see (and my having to figure out how to link them into my post). Have a wonderful rest of the week and remember Wednesday is only hump day to a one humped camel. If you consider the Dromedary, hump day is both Tuesday AND Friday and Wednesday is free to be whatever the hell it wants to be again. It’s all relative folks 😉

 

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27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. quarteracrelifestyle
    Oct 09, 2013 @ 20:02:34

    Yes, lol, your brain does seem to be an extremely active place to be…. I wish mine worked like yours!!

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  2. teawithhazel
    Oct 09, 2013 @ 21:07:12

    i just read mr23thorns sex post..it’s absolutely hilarious..

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    • narf77
      Oct 10, 2013 @ 03:50:40

      He is hilarious and Mrs 23Thorns is just as accomplished…makes you wish you could be there on Wednesday bin day to watch the parade doesn’t it? 😉

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  3. Spy Garden
    Oct 09, 2013 @ 23:50:44

    I have cape gooseberry plants! I am hoping they will set volunteers and come back in the spring (it is fall here now). I also have artichoke plants that survived a pretty cold winter last year! Two days ago I did a post where I alluded to the amazing “survival” of plants, one of my favorite things to observe in the garden! Also, I am big fans of Tracy and 23, they are excellent blogs!

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    • narf77
      Oct 10, 2013 @ 03:46:14

      Hi Spy (with my little eye 😉 ) welcome to Serendipity Farm :). I dare say the cape gooseberries should come back or at least grow from seed scattered around. They are somewhat akin to weeds here in Tasmania and we find the plants all over the place. The only problem we have is that our chooks (hens) love the leaves and the berries and will jump and strip the leaves and berries up as far as they can along with the possums making attacks from the top of the plant. They keep on keeping on though and these plants are all plants that were here when my father was alive and living here so they are definitely survivors. The artichokes are amazing and so are Jerusalem artichokes. I put a few tubers in the soil in our home in the city and they are still coming up yearly. I am yet to get that sort of happy find here but I live in hope. We have critters that chew all over the place and we have to net everything off or it gets scoffed post haste. You are right about the Thorns’s, they are a most interesting couple and it’s great fun to be a little black fly on their collective walls and watch how they go about their days :). Glad to see you enjoyed the post and feel free to drop by whenever you feel like it 🙂

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  4. Angela @ Canned Time
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 05:07:56

    You are the brewmeister and I envy your apple cider, one of my favorite drinks.
    Such beautiful chickens. What do the dogs think of them?

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    • narf77
      Oct 10, 2013 @ 05:43:12

      Bezial ignores the chooks and the feral cats. He knows what side of his bread the butter is spread on and is allowed to go off leash outside the fenced off area around the house…Earl spends his days patrolling the fences to see if any of “the enemy” have invaded the compound. He watches keenly to see if any chooks have entered whereby they become his own personal play toys. After Big Yin sat on the gate with his back to Earl and crowed a year ago and Earl pulled him off the gate and plucked his derierre no chook has ever bothered to enter the compound since. Earl spends a lot of his time half out of the dog door peering at the gate where the feral cats congregate to see if the enemy has left the building. They want in, Earl wants them in, the battle of Hastings would have NOTHING on the carnage if they actually came in. Earl has grand delusions of being the next greatest Ernest Hemmingway when it comes to hunting everything possible. He DOESN’T know what side of his bread is buttered, indeed he probably ate the butter so the analogy is moot ;). No off-leash for Earl…ANYWHERE 😉 You couldn’t get two more opposite dogs.

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  5. Littlesundog
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 06:46:06

    Honestly, you crack me up with each post. I LOVE that you make me laugh… your daily musings… the way your mind works is fascinating. I daresay if you posted daily, I’d have the best abdominal muscles this side of the Mississippi river!! Thank you for entertaining me with your thoughts and wit. I just love you!

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    • narf77
      Oct 10, 2013 @ 12:00:20

      Love you right back Lorri :). Gotta say you would probably be sick to death of me after a day but at least we could get drunk and dance on the tables to finish it off 😉

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  6. cathyandchucky
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 09:44:28

    Lovely “short” post Fronkiii 😀 Loving the osteospermum daisies too.

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  7. christiglover
    Oct 10, 2013 @ 11:40:59

    Of course you’re a witch, with those black cats! I love that picture of the cat out in the yard. Classic. And the Clematis and orchids in your garden….ahhhh. I just picked up a book at the Bookmobile that I ordered because of a recommendation by Tracy — Dr. Johnson’s London by Liza Picard. It’s about life in London in 1750. The B.O. picked it up and already has his clothes-pin marking his page. And I’ve not read Terry Pratchett, although I know he’s been in cahoots with Neil Gaiman, and I’ve read The Graveyard Book and Iiked it. I’ll order a Discworld for pickup at the Bookmobile in 2 weeks! Such service. 🙂

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    • narf77
      Oct 10, 2013 @ 12:05:18

      I seriously hope that you adore Mr Pratchett like I do because that will cement us together as twins :). Anyone who loves Terry Pratchett is a compatriot of the soul 🙂 Tell the E.P. that I am stealing his clothes peg idea although I doubt I will manage to keep the peg on my page, Earl loves pegs 😉

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  8. brymnsons
    Oct 12, 2013 @ 18:25:23

    I love the photo of “dead Fatty” lol, and that naughty pilfering Earl… At least your a Tassie witch and not a Tassie devil :).

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  9. brymnsons
    Oct 13, 2013 @ 11:46:45

    Yes it’s looking very flash, I can’t wait to see you guys again and check out how your garden is in summer. Bruce is looking forward to the “Tassie dash” too 🙂

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  10. Chica Andaluza
    Oct 15, 2013 @ 07:48:19

    Excellent post but am till laughing like a banshee at the bit about the undies round the bed post and the long walk 🙂

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    • narf77
      Oct 15, 2013 @ 12:58:07

      Yeah, now I have lost weight those undies are a bit big for me and that walk can take a while before I wake up enough to unhitch them from the bed post and shuffle out to get that first life saving (Steve’s life 😉 ) cuppa into me 🙂

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  11. Chica Andaluza
    Oct 15, 2013 @ 08:02:29

    Oh god, have just read the “sex post” – more hysterical laughter…brilliant!

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    • narf77
      Oct 15, 2013 @ 12:59:03

      Yeah, Mr 23Thorns is worth all that and so is his marvellously quirky missus 🙂 It would be great fun to be a fly on the wall at their house 😉

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