Waiting in the forest we made

Its been a long day. Carting manure and hilling potatoes is hard work. Now I look back at the new little forest I planted coming up down from the house I think it hasn't been that bad a day after all. The thought of the farm coming alive - it was a nearly bare land 14 years ago - makes me feel proud. With my hands, my mind and my heart I've changed the land to be more productive and a nicer place to live. Anyone who has planted their food and made a forest has a right to be proud. Still the beauty and wonder of nature makes us feel small, but small is good and that is our place.

I wait for Lisa to come down the drive back from a mission to Perth - health and herbs.
I 've started the tractor (to make sure it starts when I need it), hilled the potatoes, stacked the extra wood on the verandah and put the wheelbarrow back in its home in the woodshed. I've done an honest days work - I've put goods to right.

Every good action that we do makes a difference. Every good deed, every plant we grow means a little bit more good over evil. YOU can make a difference - just get out there and try it.