Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Monday, 24 December 2007
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Currently reading...
These 3 books are great - I've read them all through, but these are the sort of books you keep handy and keep on referring to. They're all Australian - 'Easy Organic Gardening' by Lyn Bagnall is packed with info on organic gardening and includes a really good guide to each fruit/veg and moon planting guide - basically everything you need to know. As mentioned previously, 'The Permaculture Home Garden' by Linda Woodrow is my absolute inspiration and full of brilliant advise, and finally 'Living the Good Life' by Linda Cockburn is a great read by someone I admire greatly who has walked the walk, before talking the talk. A very down-to-earth and witty account of one family trying to live for 6 months without spending a cent. Christmas is coming - put 'em on your list, you won't regret it!!
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Favourite Magazines
Love these 3 magazines - Grass Roots, Earth Garden and Warm Earth. All Australian and some great articles on organic gardening and self-sufficiency. I don't get every issue unfortunately, only when there's something of particular interest - like the chook dome article in the latest edition of Earth Garden mag based on Linda Woodrow's design in her brilliant book 'Permaculture Home Garden'. Very clever lady...
Monday, 16 July 2007
Saturday, 2 June 2007
'The Magic Pudding'
"A peculiar thing about the Puddin' was that, though they had all had a great many slices off him, there was no sign of the place whence the slices had been cut. `That's where the Magic comes in,' explained Bill. `The more you eats the more you gets. Cut-an'-come-again is his name, an' cut an' come again is his nature. Me an' Sam has been eatin' away at this Puddin' for years, and there's not a mark on him".




..."Round a bend in the road [the noble society of Puddin' owners] came on two low-looking persons hiding behind a tree. One was a Possum, with one of those sharp, snooting, snouting sort of faces, and the other was a bulbous, boozy-looking Wombat in an old long-tailed coat, and a hat that marked him down as a man you couldn't trust tn the fowl yard. They were busy sharpening up a carving knife on a portable grindstone, but the moment they caught site of the travellers the Possum whipped the knife behind him and the Wombat put his hat over the grindstone.
Bill Barnacle flew into a passion at these signs of treachery.
`I see you there,' he shouted.
`You can't see all of us,' shouted the Possum, and the Wombat added, `Cause why, some of us is behind the tree."
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