Is a whole lot of difficult consonants all in a row.
It is also an incredibly beautiful tree, The Red Silky Oak, a member of the Proteacea family native to far northern Queensland. Also known as the Queensland Tree Waratah, it is not a true Waratah of the Telopea genus, but it does belong to the same sub-tribe: Embothriinae. This group also includes the stunning Chilean Firetree (Embothrium coccineum) which shares similar characteristic red terminal buds which developed back when Chile and Australia were still nestled up together in the exciting dinosaur clad land of yore, Gondwanaland.
It’s also a really lovely gift that we got from my friend Clint for our housewarming a few weeks back and my garden mission for the day is finding him a home.
Just look at the little guy, all bursting with eagerness and promise.
The last few days have been flat chat around here. This is pretty much going to be the norm, coming into the warmth and active growth of spring and summer. Giddy up then!
We bought a lot of seedlings and seeds so the next wave of plants is a coming.
We set up a shared Murrindindi bank account to pool our farm resources.
We had our first proper farm meeting – with a clear agenda, actionable items, and a check in of what we’d done in the past month. We even worked through some curly issues through action dialogue – a method we have learned for communicating clearly and decisively around action items. Go us.
Everyone is commited to this process; in a genuine, patient and dedicated way. This is such an important part of living in a real intentional community, developing a shared vision and working towards it effectively. We’re walking this road step by step and our next meeting’s tabled for October 5th.
We filled in our retaining wall, which had been a big gaping hole in our to do list for some time (literally!) through a collective high beer endeavour involving the lovely Leon.
Through doing this it became apparent we’d disturbed the previous wall resident, a big old whopping blue tongue lizard. I found him earlier on in the day wiggling across the newly filled wall. About 2 hours later he was in our lounge room sniffing at the book case. I’m pretty sure his train of thought went something like:
“So, you fill up my home, well maybe I’ll just move on into yours then.”
Six housemates is well enough, so his migration didn’t take, but we put him outside in a nice little tree glade and hopefully he’ll find a new habitat soon. Or really like no digs – like this one we whipped up on top of the new wall yesterday arvy.
A whole swathe of tasty seedlings were planted in this and the other two beds that were on the ready, so we will soon have about a thousand silverbeets and lettuces. “You don’t make friends with salad” says the Simpsons. Well we’ll see about that… (look forward to enormous bag loads, everyone we know).
Another milestone, sad but neccessary, was the first internment of one of our animals. One of our chickens, Dozy had a gastrointestinal bug for 6 weeks which was not showing signs of clearing. Leon did the honours, with Greg in careful watch, who then buried her in our top paddock. Very unfortunate but an essential move to protect the rest of our flock.
A big weekend, with more due to follow in the spring Murrindindi sun.