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Hippies vs. hipsters

I have to apologise that it isn’t actually Monday (as the first line in the paragraph below states). It is actually Wednesday and I have been unable to post this post due to a severe lack of spare time and some serious weariness. We have been attacking the garden like a well-oiled machine but our machine has a few bits that might need replacing and is able to be registered as “Vintage” so we are suffering a bit for our actions. I slept 9 hours last night which is completely unheard of for me but we cleared another area of the garden and managed to find that path that I have been alluding to for years now. We also removed needle sharp dead palm fronds from around the bottom of the huge palm tree we just liberated and put them around the maple tree we liberated last week that has been suffering from repeated possum attack since it’s blackberry protection detail was removed. We have removed and burned a huge amount of debris and we sleep like babies every night. I am posting this now because I will be working on Sunday as we have a limited amount of time to finish this garden area in before we go back to TAFE from our holidays and life keeps getting in the way so we need to put in a concerted effort to do as much as we can. Back to the blog post and please consider this Sunday’s post.

The start of this weeks efforts
The start of this weeks efforts. We had removed the blackberries (and most of the shrubs that they were hiding in) by this stage and it was down to garden number 2 where the real hard work would start. You can see that it’s looking more like a garden and less like a mass tangled jungle.
Happy Paxo and one of his red girls. The chooks and ducky are incredibly happy with our clearing efforts. No more blackberries to get in their way and they can scratch where we have cleared with impunity.
Happy Paxo and one of his red girls. The chooks and ducky are incredibly happy with our clearing efforts. No more blackberries to get in their way and they can scratch where we have cleared with impunity.
Back block with dead tree for firewood
This is our back acre. Steve headed up to take some photos of the Targa Tasmania (cars) stage that goes up the hill next to our property and this was the best image he took. As you can see, we have a fair bit of firewood to cut up when we finish everything else that we have on the cards for the property this year. Should get to it about mid 2017 😉
Hibiscus like plant with purple flowers
Steve also took this photo of an Hibiscus like plant with purple flowers that grows in our side garden. We liberated another one of them down in the jungle yesterday. Not sure what they actually are but they are very hardy and don’t get watered.
capsicum pubescens fruit
Check out the size of this Tree chilli (Capsicum pubescens) fruit that dropped from the shrub a few weeks ago. It was greeny black back then and unripe but I put it with the rest of my horticultural bounty of promise (seeds etc on our kitchen table) and promptly forgot about it. Note how big this fruit is. That’s a medium sized spud next to it! It has ripened up to red and not gone mushy at all. I am thinking it might be the way to ripen chilli’s as our days get colder and the threat of frosts gets closer. There are even bigger fruit remaining on the vine and they are only just started to get a red tinge.

It’s Monday. I have the luxury of not having to post a blog post if I don’t want to. I figure if I am posting to a set date, you guys are not getting the best of me; you are getting a sulking minimalist version of my dulcet self so I will post when I feel like posting and when I have something to say. That’s how I roll now. We spent the day lounging around in various stages of sloth yesterday. I didn’t post a blog post and I wasn’t sorry. I managed to water Sanctuary, read; drink lots of tea watch “Back to the Future” and “The Pick of Destiny “ and then “School of Rock” on Netflix and hook a slouchy hat and a half using this awesome and most easy crochet pattern. Anyone who wants to make a warm squishy hat FAST give this a go. The genius of this crochet hat is that it doesn’t look too much like trebles where it completely IS trebles. I must admit to being a bit of a crochet snob and I don’t like the big clumping nature of trebles but this turns trebles on their side and makes their bad feature into something good. You end up with a hat that looks like ribbing and that is nice and stretchy and doesn’t squeeze the living life out of your cranium. I also like that it actually looks good, always a plus when you have something welded to your head for the duration. You could make yourself a plethora of slouchies. You could be the slouchy queen/king of your local district. The sky is the limit folks! If you can’t crochet, get someone to make this hat for you. It’s really easy so you don’t have to feel like you are putting them out. Most people who crochet are statistically mad and compulsive and you can tell them by watching their hands when you talk to them. They tend to be moving them around a lot (be careful if you are talking to an Italian, you might get a false reading) in a vain effort to stop the hooking desires that are urging them on.

http://littletedcanvas.blogspot.com.au/2015/06/the-ribbed-beaniea-pattern.html

“So what’s this bizzo about hipsters eh? Has she got (another) bee in her bonnet about another subclass of humanity? The way she is going she isn’t going to have anyone left to associate with!” Yeah, most probably. That’s how hermits tend to roll BUT I offer up my twitchy discontent about hipsters as a real and valid excuse to avoid them at best and at my ranting worst, actively campaign against them when I have nothing else to (complain about) do. Hipsters are the reincarnated children of those horrific 80’s business folk who actively facilitated and embraced the rise of silicon valley, mass marketing and milking the populace via the internet. They all called themselves “Entrepreneurs” and wore power suits with shoulder pads bigger than their credit card bills. They did a number on the world until their exorbitantly selfish lifestyles came back to bite them with that Wall Street crash. They had children. I KNOW! Where did they find the time to raise kids when they were so actively embracing and chasing the holy dollar? One word… “Nannies”. Yeah those kids of selfish parents grew up to be equally as selfish but they learned that you can manipulate the market to your advantage (through guilting out their rich AWOL parents magnificently from an early age) and have all decided to become “Alternative middlemen/women” of leisure.

Banksia flower
This is a banksia that we rescued from the blackberries a while ago. As you can see it is most happy to be taking advantage of the sunshine and not having to bow under the weight of it’s greedy blackberry overlords.
70's rock afternoon at the Pimbletts house.
We are pretty tired when we get in of an afternoon after working hard in the garden all morning so we debrief in a number of ways. On this occasion we found a 70’s rock playlist on YouTube and played it from start to finish. Here Steve is playing Stairway to Heaven…
Singing the high note in Bohemian rhapsody
I can still hit the high note in Bohemian Rhapsody but I need a fair bit of space around me to do so and enough room to wave my arms (Joe Cocker style) around to harness the power of physics to reach it.
Middle aged woman head banging
And then there’s the rock stanza bit that it is compulsory to head-bang to. We have a great afternoon fueled by hard work, white wine and knowing that we are making a real difference down in our jungle.

Hipsters want the very best for the very least amount of time and energy/effort spent. You can immediately spot them as they tend to be pierced, bearded, tattooed, sipping excellent coffee and heavily opinionated and have hooked themselves up to the latest trend or even better, they have STARTED the latest trend so that they can be in on the ground floor and make the most money. Social media is their biotch and they milk it like free range, grass fed cows. The easiest way to spot a hipster (aside from my earlier physical representation) is that they permanently have their eye on the money. Watch them. Wherever hipsters go there is always an angle to make a buck. Their websites (and they ALL have websites) are littered with PayPal opportunities to pay them for their next UBER latte and crowd funding to pay for their next adventure or equipment to facilitate this adventure and what are we paying them for? Most of them have just harvested a stack of information online and have re-branded it, polished it up a bit and resold it as “Trending” and “New”. Their prey are the vast, open source annuls of 70’s hippies who wanted to change the world and who freely shared EVERYTHING (thus rendering it perfect for re-branding, Instagramming and on selling). Hipsters also want to change the world but they also want to ride it like Seabiscuit to prosperity and Aruba.

Blowing up a wine bladder to get the most out of it
Here are the 4 steps to extracting the most possible elixir of happiness out of what we Aussies call (most succinctly) a “Goon bag”. First you have to inflate the inner bladder. Sort of like when you have had 4 cups of tea on the run and have to hop to the loo. That kind of “bladder inflation”…
Carefully eking out the last drops of wine from a wine bladder
Does anyone read alt tags? If they attempt to read mine they are going to think I am mad ;). Next you have to carefully eke out the remaining wine with a mixture of gently shaking it down to the tap region and using the increased pressure of the full bladder to direct the flow of the remaining wine into your glass. My studious look here is because I am attempting to mentally use mathematics to ensure these glasses were equally full. My red cheeks are from sunburn. I hadn’t had any wine by this stage 😉
Earl the wonder-dog waiting for his new toy
Earl the wonder-dog waiting for his new toy
Earl the wonder-dog enjoying the plastic tap of his wine bladder
Earl the wonder-dog enjoying the plastic tap of his wine bladder. Please note there is no wine left in this bladder and we remove the tap from Earl prior to him eating it.
Close up of Earl enjoying his new toy
Earl loves nothing more than bursting inflated balloons. I have never seen anything like it. You would think that he would be scared of the “BANG!” but it just makes him happy. Bezial is teetotal and hates even the smell of wine so he abstains conscientiously from wine bladder deflating. Earl also chews up the cardboard cask thus making it easier to compost. Nothing really gets wasted here. I could even use the bladder to hang from our pear trees to save some of our pears but I feel bad about removing the blackberries and banana passionfruit so am letting the parrots have them all this year.

Never trust a hipster. They all have degrees in Marketing and could sell you your own grandmother for twice what she originally cost in the blink of an eye. They come disguised as “Green” but green sells at the moment and you can bet your life they will hurl themselves nonchalantly at the next trend in a heartbeat. Reeking of coffee and Cuban cigars, the hipsters of the world are worse than their parents as their greed is honed by their expensive private education and their parents experience and relies on “the rest of us” falling for their marketing techniques, paying through the nose for their re-branding, and funding every step of their latest venture which inevitably involves them being AWOL in some far flung country whilst everyone else keeps the home fire burning.

A tall stand of bamboo we uncovered
It really is like a jungle down in our front acre. There are 2 palm trees, one short and fat and the other one tall and willowy and this stand of bamboo that has survived a tree falling into the middle of it and goodness only knows what else. It doesn’t look very tall from this image but photos are deceiving. It’s actually about 30ft tall.
More clearing
We could call what we are doing “Garden renovating” but the more accurate description is maniacally hacking and hauling and we have added “burning” to that description as otherwise we would be drowning in debris.
red banksia
This red banksia is in our back yard and despite Earl thrashing around underneath it on a daily basis has survived admirably.
Inside of our house
The inside of our house, albeit often untidy, is now our sanctuary to retire to at the end of a hard morning in the garden. No matter how much dog hair, stuffed toy intestines or cobweb invasion we have it is always going to look better than what we are hacking our way through at the moment ;).

There is a fine line between true hipsters and environmentalists. You can’t just use the physical guide to pick a hipster because they have cleverly infiltrated themselves into the alternative culture and the coalface of the trendiest trends. You have to dig a bit deeper and look for those dollar signs spilling out of their homespun, hand-drawn-fonted pockets. If someone is going to share something with you and they don’t ask you for money up front, they are most likely NOT a hipster. They do tend to hang around the fringes of the environmental clique, picking off unwary newbs with more money (or social outrage) than sense but the best bet is to always ask lots of questions and more pointedly, check out the flow of any money involved. If it ends up indirectly in your new best beardy pierced and tattooed mate’s pocket, you can hazard a guess that you were just touted by a hipster.

A possum in a nest
“Eye spy with my little eye something beginning with “P””
Australian possum asleep in its nest
This Aussie possum has made a nest in the huge cottoneaster tree that is almost completely covered by banana passionfruit vine. We could hear it complaining and muttering when we started working underneath it. It knows that it will get cottoneaster berries as well as banana passionfruit so this is a clever place to make your nest. Clever if humans didn’t cut down your passionfruit so obviously you can eat their newly exposed maple tree with impunity (sigh…)
Redwood Island in the Tamar River Tasmania
This is Redwood island. It’s clearly visible from our deck and I hear it is an excellent vantage point to catch fish from. Friends of ours celebrate holidays and even Christmas out there and have hammocks specifically for these events. I think I will stick to the comforts of my own bed 😉
Orange Arbutilon flower
This little Arbutilon flower has survived some incredible extremes. It has had to grow to ridiculous heights to get a bit of available light. What we removed from the garden amounted to 20ft long “vines” where this is actually a shrub. Hopefully some of it survives and grows back from the base but it has certainly proved itself worthy of inclusion in a water wise garden!

Why the outrage at hipsters? Because they are just telemarketers with trendy skin is all. They are just as invasive, nefarious and divisive but they trick people out of their money in more inventive ways. They know ALL of the marketing tricks, the psychology, the divisive ways to get people to willingly part with their cash and they home in on a society that feels like it has been cut adrift from itself and is desperate to reconnect with nature and life. We are all becoming conditioned to head to social media to check out public opinion on a regular basis. I am just as guilty as the next person of checking my Facebook page many times a day. I don’t remember when I started to need to check in so often but apparently I do. When I am not wading through meme’s and comments and articles that friends and family have shared, I am commenting, sharing and meming it up with the best of them. I looked at my Facebook feed the other day and realised that for a woman who prides herself on being a person who thinks, I was falling for social media, hook, line and sinker. I know it’s trendy to step back from Facebook but anyone who knows me knows that trends are not my thing. I like to do things because they make a difference to my/our lives and I am starting to think that unhooking from Facebook might just be a really good way to get back time that I could be crocheting, baking, reading, “Living”…

The shorter fatter palm being liberated
The shorter fatter palm being liberated. Blackberries had woven themselves in and out of the fronds and some of the blackberry vines we extracted from here were about 20ft long!
Getting perspective on the size of the palm tree.
It’s hard to get real perspective on the size of something without a “known quantity” being used to measure against it. Steve is almost 6ft tall. I will let you do the math 😉
Ancient old senna tree in flower
Ancient old senna tree in flower
Rare large leafed Viburnum
Rare large leafed Viburnum about to have flowers. It’s truly amazing what has survived down in this area that hasn’t been watered in over 20 years or cared for in any way in almost as long.

We had a lovely few days off and we are back out in the garden today. I get to take a day off next week to celebrate my youngest daughters 26th birthday and we are heading down to Hobart for a girls day out. I love that I am still part of my daughter’s lives, even if my ability to drive is part of that quotient. You take what you can get with adult kids. We are plotting where to get hold of 9 bales of straw to line the glasshouse for an overwintering experiment with our tropical babies this year, as well as working out how to minimise white fly invasion in advance. Sanctuary is prone to white fly and this year is no anomaly. They rise to greet me whenever I wave the hose in their general direction. We have also decided that Early May is when we will start renovating Sanctuary. We want our new system up and running by the growing season. I want to grow some broad beans and green winter veg over the winter period as well as cover crops for our new system to ensure that everything is in top order to give it the best chance of delivering in spring/summer 2016. I can’t wait to share it all with you but for now it’s “out to the garden Maud” where narf7 is going to be head down and derrière up for the foreseeable future.

More garden renovation
Yesterday saw us crest the blackberries and enter the world of boneseed and overgrown shrubs. You can see underneath the palm tree now after we removed all of the dead fronds and the area behind the palm tree is “the other side”.
Prior to yesterdays hacking
One area that we tackled prior to yesterdays hacking
after yesterdays hacking
And this is the same area after yesterdays hacking. You might not be able to tell much difference from this photo but we can and so can the chooks who have been furiously scratching here ever since we cleared it.
Steve posing for scale
It’s hard to show you the scope of the area that we are clearing but suffice to say its “a lot”. Here’s Stevie-boy acting as a measure yet again. If he keeps this up I will have to up his pay…

By the way, before anyone points out to me that the slouchy hat that I shared with you all is about as hipster as you can get and ask me to self-flagellate in order to atone, I volunteered my services as a hat hooker to a friend in need (bald, winter, in need…) of a hat of sorts and he picked out the hat above as something that he would be happy to be seen sipping latte’s and taking selfies with his iPhone in trendy cafés in Melbourne wearing. I have already run the hipster test on him. He is a victim of trending rather than any kind of hipsterish avarice-like need to make moola so thus he gets a hat. Just a note to any hipsters seeing this amazing hat and thinking that they could put old narf7 to sweatshop purposes, hooking hats for them while they wing their way to Cuba…”I wasn’t born yesterday and you are going to have to get up a whole LOT earlier in the day to pull the wool over my eyes!” 😉

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19 Comments Add yours

  1. Roz Takes says:

    Hi Fran..love your garden it is going to be fantastic! The flower you were not sure of is in fact a Hibiscus..Native Hibiscus…Alyogyne Huegelii. Beautiful plant actually native to South West Western Australia but will put up with some frost. I am going to try to make the Beanie but first have to teach myself to crochet.

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    1. narf7 says:

      That is probably the most easy crochet you can do in that beanie and it’s basically just a rectangle that you sew up so even easier. I am making one for one of Steve’s gaming mates in the U.S. It will take me an afternoon of hooking to make it and it should be winging it’s way to Alabama by Friday. I am halfway through making 2 for my sister and her husband. They really are easy peasy and not terrifying in the least and I find crochet easier than knitting as you don’t drop stitches and you only need one item to get going (not 2 – 4 needles like those crazy knitters use 😉 )

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  2. missmaudy says:

    I love your description of the Hipster. We go to a car event in Newstead (http://www.chopped.com.au/) and man, it’s full of HiIlbilly Hipsters. You can tell them from actual hippies (and rodders – who mostly smell of beer and grease) because they’re rather well groomed and smell of pomade.

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    1. narf7 says:

      Lol you nailed it! 😉

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  3. Thank you for the warning. I shall be on the lookout for these fiends. Not that there seem to be any in our village. (If you don’t know any annoying hipsters, does that mean that you ARE the annoying hipster?)

    Your work on the garden is deeply, deeply impressive, and I love the many and varied blooms that you’ve uncovered.

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    1. narf7 says:

      I doubt you are the annoying hipster Ms T. You don’t have enough tattoos (that we can see anyway…) Most of what we have uncovered in the garden we have been hacking to stumps. The flowers tend to be in parts of the garden that haven’t been invaded yet 😉

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  4. Oh God you’ve been so busy. No wonder you are sleeping well! Am now a bit worried about myself as I’m half Italian, have spent waaay too much time with hand waving Spaniards AND I crochet ☺

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    1. narf7 says:

      Remember the “out”? Italians can’t be hipsters by default 😉 plus I don’t think you are tattooed enough or fond enough of Cuban cigars 😉

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      1. That’s a huge relief!

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  5. Spy Garden says:

    The purple flower looks like Rose of Charon; we have several of these in our yard!

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    1. narf7 says:

      You are absolutely correct Ms Spy :). I did a bit of a Google search and found out that it is, in fact, as close as I can ascertain, a Rose of Sharon 🙂

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  6. Haha, you crazy kids sure do know how to rock out! Love the action shots- Such energy and enthusiasm!

    Sometimes I do fear that I may be one of those dreaded hipsters myself… it’s a danger of living in the bay area for too long, I think. If I start wearing flannel in the summer or going on a pit the farm to table movement, please shake some sense I to me, and violently if you have to.

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    1. narf7 says:

      You got it! The true essence of a Hipster is a core ethos of “someone else has to pay”. If you find yourself believing for, for some crazy reason, that everyone else needs to fund your entire life whilst you jetset the world and crowd fund it all, then you might have to seek help ;).

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  7. brymnsons says:

    Phew, I’m tired just looking at all that hard work! My goodness that is a huge job you guys have taken on. But what a lovely sight it will be when you finally get it cleared. Stevie boy makes a great measuring stick 😀. Have fun in Hobart x

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  8. Oh so lovely to read through your blog posts dear Fran.. I sit here chuckling away and my hubby has just asked me what I was laughing at.. LOL.. As I can just hear those 70 pop sounds and loved your impression of Joe Cocker lol.. Wonderful pop idol my claim to fame of him was that we were both born in the same city 🙂 Yes I was born across the boarder from Derbyshire.. Reason being that was the nearest maternity Hospital at the time.. 🙂
    Loved seeing the results of all your hard work.. And I came back home yesterday and flopped into the chair.. And today I think my muscles have seized up .. As I got stuck in among our fruit bushes.. Pruned now and weeded.. Along with planting some sweetpeas in our home garden..
    All looking more ship shape..
    I hope you enjoyed your day out with your daughter on her birthday, and had a real girly day out.. Can’t remember when I last did that! 😦 ( note to self- need to get out more ) lol.
    Loved all your wonderful updates in photo’s and you will have lots of wood to keep you going I see..
    And thanks for the link.. Between learning guitar the knitting needles and crochet hooks are idle at the moment.. Ask Stevie Boy how long does it take for your fret hand finger tips to stop being sore.. They now are numb and developing hard skin.. But even as I type they are tender??? I am practising half and hour to an hour a day.. :-)… Getting there slowly as I try to prise my hands apart to reach certain chords.. 🙂

    Glad you enjoyed more rest time.. I blog when I feel like it.. As you have no doubt noticed LOL.. 🙂 Nothing worse than feeling it has to be done, it then becomes a chore..

    I am juggling time on WP right now.. And the garden.. Also off to Scotland on Thursday for 6 days.. To include my B’day on May Day.. Thought it about time I treated myself to an away Day.. As when I try to get everyone together.. Its like a major operation.. I have to fit in with my children’s plans so I thought OK.. This time I am going to please ME.. Plus I had a bit of a health scare.. ( all fine now ) but Its time to spend the inheritance due to offspring LOL 🙂 if you get my drift.. And Live in the Now of Moments more instead of rainy days..
    🙂 So enjoy your ME times Fran.. Would love to be a fly on your wall though haha… With guitar in hand hehe.. 🙂
    Love and special Hugs my friend
    Take care.. Sue xxxx ❤

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    1. narf7 says:

      The secret with learning to play the guitar (and any musical instrument really) is to keep practicing. Be persistant and don’t give up and one day you will realise that you are playing things a lot more easily. Sometimes you have to please “you” as adult kids seem to think that their lives should have precidence sometimes. I am sorry you had a bit of a health scare Sue. There is nothing like facing your own mortality to get you to take stock of life and realise what’s important and what isn’t. Have a most EXCELLENT time in Scotland and enjoy the heck out of it. Taste all of the Scotch and that amazing food that they do so well (except for the fried mars bars…) and come back home feeling like you need another holiday (always happens when you have had a brilliant time 😉 ). BIG hugs Sue. You deserve a wonderful time and that guitar will stop feeling like hard work soon. You will see 🙂

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      1. Thanks Fran.. 🙂 yes life certainly gets put into perspective.. and I will be tasting all that is on offer LOL.. Including I think for hubbies benefit a trip to a Malt Whiskey Brewery 🙂 not too keen on that.. I like a drop of wine myself 🙂 🙂
        And thanks for the advice.. Practice makes perfect as they say. So the Guitar is a pleasure I am enjoying at the moment.. Learning loads, and Have the rest of my life to perfect it.. xxx ❤ And I am a big adult kid at the moment LOL.. Happy Gardening Fran.. and thanks again for the lovely reply.. see you when I get back.. xxx

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  9. Now Fran, What has a hipster ever done to you?
    I am highly impressed by your dedication to taming the jungle in your front yard and extracting the last drop of moisture from a wine cask bladder.
    I am wondering if you are planning to cover the reclaimed garden with mulch a metre deep to prevent regrowth? Although more than mulching will be required to finally expel the resilient blackberries.

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    1. narf7 says:

      We haven’t got enough mulch for the half acre that we cleared Margaret and the chooks would just scratch it all down to the lower part of the garden anyway. Our garden has to make it’s own mulch (but we won’t let it have blackberries!). I am learning about chop and drop techniques at the moment and we have a lot of shrub and tree material that is going to have to be removed soon and an especially large and overgrown old cassia will help with the important areas. Hipsters aren’t just ornamental buffoons. They are a dangerous precedent and I, for one, want them outed for what they actually are.

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