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Why I cancelled my 6000 tree planting scheme in favour of Scrubland, Heathland and Natural Regeneration (or re-wilding!)

I'm re-blogging this blog post from back in July 2012 after reading my friend Sarah's brilliantly researched article on scrubland. Scrub is Special - Save Our Scrub!


Hello there..

The 4.5 acre slope we were going to flatten to the ground and plant with trees is now an area of scrubland, heathland and natural regeneration. This was a HUGE decision for me to make. I LOVE planting trees and always thought it was better to plant trees, than not. However, I have learned a thing... sometimes it's better not to plant trees. It's true, honest! I won't be able to explain our thinking fully in this post but hopefully I can give you a wee insight in my thinking...

Firstly, here's a link to a blog showing me clearing some of this area with a slasher and then a pedestrian tractor rough cutter. This was in our first year at Stockwood and I had taken advice from the local Exmoor authority, the Forestry Commission and the Woodland Trust before doing anything. All were very keen for me to crack on and flatten the lot, plant it up with trees, put a massive red deer fence up around the whole area and manage the new trees with glyphosate.

It's worth mentioning here that the Forestry Commission made the point to me that if we can afford to, we should use a local tree nursery using native seed stock grown-on in this country. I had to refuse the 1500 free trees that the Woodland Trust gave me because I found out (just in time!) that the trees were coming from Holland. I refused them because I was concerned over the health & suitability of the tree stock, the energy in transportation and the likely use of fertilizers and chemicals to propagate and grow on the trees.  At the time I didn't know about the threat from tree diseases from trees imported by the Woodland Trust, Forestry Commission and the horticulture industry, I was just worried about the weakness of the trees causing them to easily catch a disease after I planted them.  Thank goodness I did refuse those trees from the Woodland Trust or I would likely have been planting ash trees infected with Chalara Fraxinea. Goodness knows where those trees destined for my scheme on Exmoor ended up.

Ok, on with the story of why I didn't flatten this area and why I cancelled the tree planting scheme



Refusing the trees from the Woodland Trust made something click in me, I began to realise that in my excitement I hadn't really thought this through. I was basing my decision to clear this scrubland and plant all of these trees on what I had always wanted to do and what I was being encouraged to do by organisations I trusted.  I now realise that these organisations are singularly focused on one thing (trees and more of them no matter what!) and have planting targets to reach every year which is all tied to grant money. This isn't a criticism, they're just doing what they're tasked to do, it's my responsibility to take their advice and then go away and get a wider perspective.  

The one thing I wasn't doing was listening to the land. Doing just that is how I got my wider perspective!  It's the tiny little Grasshopper Warbler I have to thank for finalising my decision to maintain this area as scrub, regeneration and heath land. This tiny little bird kept me awake at night for weeks with the crazy-loud cricket noise it makes because it chose to nest in the area of scrubland close to our yurt. The RSPB have given it Red Status, so I chose not to destroy it's habitat.

It was at this stage that whenever I had a visitor to the land I would take them for an explore around the scrubland.  After a while I would ask them how it would make them feel if I grubbed it all to the ground, fenced it from the red deer and planted it up with trees. My friend Karen, who is as mad about trees, woodlands and forests as me, looked at me horrified and said 'Don't do it. Please, don't do it'.  Every one of the people I asked had supported the idea of the tree planting scheme BEFORE they actually met and listened to the scrubland. After meeting and listening to the scrubland not one person thought I should go ahead with the scrub clearance and tree planting scheme.

I'm in my 4th year of observing this area now and it has taught me just how much LIFE there is in scrub. Adders, newts, slow worms, badgers, foxes, red deer, roe deer, bugs, spiders, beetles, loads of butterflies including the heath, pearl bordered and (on the edges) the Silverwash Fritillary, moths, bees and fabulous looking hoverflies & flies, goodness knows how many wild flowers and approximately a million visiting & nesting birds (including Cuckoo, Red Wing, Red Start, Woodcock, Grasshopper warbler, Dartford Warbler, Stonechat, Whinchat, Black cap, Longtailed Tit.. etc, etc...).

The Gorse and Birch are doing their job of being nursery plants well and there are now areas around the edges of the scrub full of young trees like; Hazel, Hawthorn, Oak, Rowan, all poking out the middle of a dense Birch thicket or an old Gorse shrub which is about to split from the centre to do the great tree reveal! There is even an ancient badger sett that has been meticulously kept clear of any scrub and is a perfect circle of grass, wildflowers and the odd clump of bramble. The relationship between the badgers and red deer are evident here, with the badgers creating many paths between their network of tunnel entrances and flat areas from their excavations, which the deer find a suitable place for resting in cover and feasting on the lovely grass.

As you weave your way through the scrubland you pass through areas of heathland, with large patches of heather, purple moor grass and other grasses and wildflowers.  There are trees, gorse, heather, wildflowers, lichens and mosses all spilling out of the ancient stonefaced hedgebank at the very top and bottom of the scrubland slope, where it meets an old coppice and water meadow where the old West lyn river pristinely flows at the edge. On the edge of the scrubland is StockWood, an ancient Oak woodland and coppice with beech topped thick stone hedgebanks and lessr spotted woodpeckers, owls and bats... Such an incredible mosaic of habitat! 

This year I am picking my way through the undergrowth like Mayweed out of Duncton Wood, snouting out the best pathways and finding so many treasures it's hard to contain myself. Here are some I have found today. It was late and the light low but the adventure was great!






















hen xx


Pink Moon, Crisp Morning, Heart Full



Good morning...

It's been a while since I wrote on here. Looking back at my recent posts it seems I've started a few like this!  Well, I hope to write more about what is going on in my life as I've realised that nowhere but here on my blog, can I explore fully some of the experiences I'm having and some of the eye opening things I've been learning. For now though, here's a blether about my morning...

My wee hoose

The weather this year has been astonishingly wet and cloudy. That means not much Sun. That means lots of work trying to keep the animals healthy, as well as ourselves. Living under canvas in this weather is fine but it's a very careful juggling act to stay healthy (physically and mentally), especially when the weather is wet but not cold as it's unpleasant to keep the wood burner going but of course to keep dry & prevent moulds, you have to! No such problems at the moment though, it's blooming freezing so we're back to happily running the woodburner all the time, making toast and stews all day!


Today it's a beautiful, crisp, clear day and all of a sudden I've forgotten the wettest year for 100yrs and I'm filled with the joy of it all! Sunrise this morning was utterly magic, as last nights Full Moon set in the purple sky.

Some of our ex-battery hens free ranging (pic from a couple of months ago!)

In the morning I get up at sunrise to do my animal rounds. Letting out the poultry first and making sure they've got a ton of food and fresh water.  I don't let them out to free range fully until lunch time because I like to see they've got a full crop before sending them on their adventures.

Goatforms (this was them last month!)

Then it's off to give the goats their breakfast and let them out to go exploring. None of the girls are in milk at the moment, which is a real shame, I miss my goats milk!


I take a few moments to enjoy the gorgeous morning, let the beauty of it seep into my soul and give thanks to the Holy Moles for this rare dry, still day to collect my thoughts in.




My boy, Jingo the Shetland ram

I love my Shetland sheep and I particularly love Jingo, my main ram. He's a beaut, with a loving soul, a penchant for the fleecy ladies, fresh hay and head scratches.  The Shetland and Castlemilk moorit girls are looking strong and healthy, so I'll be getting them a ram in within a couple of weeks. Jingo doesn't get a go this year poor lad!

Cheeky stinkdog pinching the warm spot!
Finally, I get to come back into the yurt for my coffee and breakfast in the warm chair by the woodburner... or not...


hen xx

Huma - The Sunset Songbird of the Forest, by Hen




High up in the Grand Old Oak of the Forest, nestled in the crook of a thick, gnarled branch, sleeps Huma, the Sunset Songbird of the Forest. Anyone who hears her sing agrees that her song is the most beautiful and pure of all the birds.

Every evening, in the Forest, something extraordinary happens. All the animals of Tree, Sky, Soil and Stream gather together beneath the Grand Old Oak to hear Huma sing.

It isn't just the animals that gather, People come from miles around to wonder at the spectacle of her song every night.

Huma begins her song when the Sun begins to set in the evening sky and she only sings for the time it takes the Sun to settle beneath the horizon.

This is enough for the Animals. They listen, spellbound in the perfection and purity of her voice. When the Sun has set, and Huma's song is finished, they happily return to their nests, setts and ponds.

It's not the same with the People though, they are never satisfied.

"Hurrumph. I travelled all this way and all I get is 10 minutes of singing. It's just not good enough!" Says a grumpy old man, with a very wobbly belly.

"It's very cold. I need a drink. There really should be somewhere to sit and have a nice bit of cake and a cup of tea." Says a tall, thin lady with a very pointy nose.

"Well, it's nice and everything, but I really need a wee. There should be toilets here, it's ridiculous" Says a snotty boy in a red cap with lots of spots on his chin.

"Mummy, Daddy, I want one!! I WANT ONE!!!!" Squeals a little girl with one tooth and pig tails.

This is just some of the things the People say when they are visiting Huma. Sometimes they even gibber jabber while she is singing! Not for long though, not even a Person can resist her hypnotic charm.

One evening, as usual, the animals collected around the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and the People came from far and wide. They hustled and bustled and fidgeted and widgeted. Then, when the Sun started to go down, everyone hushed and waited in anticipation...

... Nothing.

The Sun got lower and lower in the Sky. Everyone waited...

... Nothing.

The Sun became a thin strip of scarlet red on the horizon. Everyone strained to hear...

... Silence.

The Moon replaced the Sun. The animals went home, a little confused, very sad and terribly worried about their dear friend Huma. The People complained loudly about how much time they had wasted and drove off home in their noisy, smelly cars for a cup of tea and a wee.

Where was Huma? Where could she be?





Well, the night before, a Shifty Person had tiptoed and whispered his way to where Huma slept on her branch. He peeked and sneaked behind her. Then, in a flash, he swept her up in a brown sack, swiped her off her branch and whisked her away!

That's why there had been no singing! Someone had bird-napped Huma!



The Shifty Person snook Huma back to his home. "Ha Ha! At last! I have Huma all to myself forever and ever! She will sing for me all day and all night and only I will hear her!! The most beautiful voice in the world is mine, all mine!"

Shifty Person took the sack from Huma's head and put her into a rusty cage in a dark corner of his dusty room.

He commanded her to sing.

Huma just closed her eyes and bowed her head. She had no song to sing. Just an empty hollow inside her heart where her voice used to be. The Person grew very angry. "I demand that you sing for me!"

Silence.

Days passed.

Still Huma could not sing. She kept her eyes closed and her head bowed.

Nights passed.

A tear slowly made it's way down Huma's feathery cheek as she remembered the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and the little crook in her favourite branch where she liked to sleep. Poor Huma. She was so sad, much too sad to sing.

Huma could not eat or sleep and she slowly grew too weak to even stand. At this, Huma's captor, who had grown bored after the first day of stealing her, decided he didn't want Huma any more. He snatched her out of her dirty cage, threw her limp little body out of his window and forgot all about her.

Huma lay below the window, in amongst the weeds and empty sweetie wrappers, too weak to fly away. She looked up to the Sky and smiled. She was free from her cage at last. How happy she was! Quickly, Huma fell into a deep, deep sleep.





"Look! What is that?" A Little Person asked her friend.
"It's a bird, bird brain" Her helpful friend replied.
"She is so beautiful. Aww, look, she is poorly."
"She looks dead to me."
"She is NOT dead. I'm going to take her home to my Daddy. He'll fix her." With that, the Kind Little Person put the sleeping Huma very gently into her pocket and headed straight home.

"Daddy, Daddy, look what I found! Quick, she needs your help" Luckily for poor Huma, the Kind Little Persons Daddy was the kind of doctor that can heal animals.

"Well, well, well. What have we got here.” He said gently. “Oh, my! You have found yourself a very special bird. People have been searching high and low for this little bird and it is you that have found her. This is Huma, the Sunset Songbird of the Forest"

"Can you fix her Daddy? Can you?"

"I will try my very best to." Daddy took Huma and placed her in a willow basket by the wood stove, somewhere warm, clean and quiet to rest. When Huma awoke, Daddy gave her a little water and some seeds. Huma could sense that this Person was a Good Person. She felt safe and so took a little water, pecked at a few of the seeds and almost instantly felt better.

After many days of being cared for by the Kind Little Person and her Daddy, Huma stretched her wings and felt strength in them again.

"It's time that this precious bird was released." Daddy said to the Kind Little Person. "We will take her to the Forest and set her free."

"Lets go now Daddy, I can't wait to see her fly!"





Huma felt a sense of anticipation as she was carried from the house in the willow basket and carefully placed into a car. The trees sped past in a blur. 



Finally, after quite some time, they came to a stop. Huma recognised the smell of where they were; damp moss and leafy soil, she recognised the sound of where they were; dancing leaves in the breeze. She smiled quietly to herself, she was home again. The Forest, at last.

"Are you ready to let her go?" Daddy asked his Kind Little Person.

"Yes Daddy, lets do it now."

They opened the car door and Huma cautiously peeked over the edge of her basket.

Then with an effortless hop on to the edge of the basket, she fluttered up to settle on the  car door. She gave a thankful look to the Kind Little Person and her Daddy, before flying elegantly skyward and coming to rest on the twisted branch of an old Hawthorn Tree. She looked down at the smiling faces below her and decided to say thank you in the only way she knew how. Huma began to sing.

The Sun wasn't going down and there was only the Kind Little Person and her Daddy there to hear her. It didn't matter to Huma, she just had to sing, it had been so long. It was the most pure, the most perfect, the most heartfelt song Huma had ever sung. She stretched out her wings, raised her delicate little head to the sky and sang it for them, she sang it because she was filled with their compassion and she was free.

When she had finished, Huma looked down at their faces and smiled. Below her the Kind Little Person and her Daddy were holding hands and gazing up at Huma, their faces open with awe. They had never felt so happy, they had just heard a song so beautiful their hearts were filled with it. They both carried that song with them for the rest of their lives, spreading the melody of kindness and gratitude to anyone who would hear.

Huma flew home to the Grand Old Oak of the Forest and to her favourite crook in her favourite branch and nestled down to sleep.

That evening, the Sun started to set and Huma started to sing. The animals nearest to the Grand Old Oak stopped what they were doing, it was Huma, she was home!

A whisper, like the wind blew through the Trees, Sky, Soil and Stream. Huma is home, she is singing!

The animals rushed to hear her. What joy! What happiness!


Huma, The Sunset Songbird of the Forest, sang from her favourite old Oak branch till time never ending...





The End




If you would like to use this story of Huma, please get in touch with me.

Thanks,
hen xx

Tree Planting Land Preparation

AIM:  Clear the tree planting area of bramble & bracken.



TOOLS:

Slasher hand tool. To slash the brambles & bracken in half to stop them wrapping themselves around the wheels of the Rough cutter.



Pedestrian Tractor, Rough Cutter - To mulch the remaining stems of the bramble & bracken creating lovely planting ground.



EXPERIENCE:

It's taken a while to work out how we were going to actually clear the slopes we're going to plant on. We struggled with the idea of using a tracked vehicle. Being heavy underfoot is not our cup of tea. So we worked out a compromise. Being realistic about the time scale & bodies available we decided to do a mix of hand clearing with a clearing saw (like a strimmer but with a tri blade attachment), slasher hand tool, chain saw & the rough cutter.

It turns out that the clearing saw was an utter waste of time. This machine might have been running a bit rich but it ran out of 2 stroke within 1/2hr & was heavy, noisy & smelly. Not to mention the vibrations. We did an experiment, Leo used the slasher to "top" the long brambles & bracken & I used the cutter. In 1/2 hr we'd both topped the same area. So we ditched the clearing saw!

The chainsaw is for clearing the gorse. However so far its been done by hand, with a hand saw/billhook.


Sub Compartment 1or Big Scary Slope

This slope is by far the most daunting task. However, now we have worked out how to clear it it's just a matter of putting our elbow into it! There will be areas where it's too steep to use the Rough cutter. Not sure how we'll approach this yet. I think I'll just plant trees as best I can in un-mulched ground.

Scary Slope getting prepared!

The picture below is one of the areas where we are planting this weekend. It's going to be mainly shrubs/small trees like Hazel, Hawthorn, crab apple etc. I'll also be adding a few standards too, Oak, Ash, Birch, Aspen & Maple.


Sub Compartment 2 cleared!

We're getting the trees for this weekend from Exmoor Forest Nurseries. Tim from Exmoor Trees has worked his socks off to get us the order in time for this weekend. I am so happy with the help he's given. I can't recommend them enough! Buy trees from them now.. go on... go to their website & buy their trees! :)

Sooo.. I'm really excited to finally be getting stuck into the tree planting! Hopefully I'll be able to get past the problems with having people here to help with planting. As soon as I do you'll be the first to know!


hen xx

Stalking Red Deer Stags

This morning, as I walked in the sheep field, I sensed something. I slowly turned & looked over the gate to the regeneration area, where I felt this presence coming from. Whether I had unknowingly smelled their musk or heard them move I don't know. All I do know is that inside I felt them.

There they were.. The tips of the crowns of what I thought looked like two Red Deer Stags. I took a few deep breaths to still myself & control the adrenalin, when I felt that I was able to move without being clumsy, I crept forward and stayed low. Keeping below the height of the gorse & bracken, the middle of which the stags were resting.

The closer I got to them the more my heart began to beat. So I stopped & took three breaths to settle myself again before moving on. I couldn't see them as I was staying low but I still had this strong sense of their presence. It was as though I knew where they were without having to see them.

I came across their bed on the top ridge path & some of their poo. Which I took the opportunity to get to know for future tracking purposes!

Finally, I stopped & slowly raised my head above the level of the gorse and there they were. Not two but at least seven Red Deer Stags. All with a full, majestic, crown.




I was closer than I thought! About 15ft away. So much for my sixth sense! Of course they knew I was there, you can see it in their eyes in the photo. I again took three breaths to still myself & to hopefully communicate to them I wasn't going to harm them. This had seemed to work before.

We all stood for a while, me in an electric moment of timelessness & them probably thinking "shall we leg it?".

Finally the biggest of them started to posture at me. Raising himself up, stomping his feet & showing me his antlers. I was close enough to make out that his muscles were flexing. So I took a couple of pictures & slowly moved away. As mindfully as I'd walked up to them out of respect and out of gratitude for the experience.


When I got back to the old track at the top of the woods I heard what I thought was them running. So I hopped on to the bank & waited to see if they ran into the woods but I caught sight of one of them in the coppice. Too far away & dense for me to catch up with any stealth! So I stood on top of the bank looking into the woods for a while.

It was then that I noticed I was picking up on lots of sounds around me, crisp & clear, with my body reacting & at times my ears twitching. I had a real sense of where the sun was hitting my skin & where the wind was coming from. My body felt light, flexible & strong. Observing myself I realised I was experiencing an energy that was making me more keen & alert. Perhaps this is what a hunter feels. I've never hunted so have no idea but the feeling was strong and very welcome.  After a time I felt it fade.

I've just now had a call from my other half & Chris Boyton. Today they were finishing turning my Ulrich Yew bow stave into a longbow. It was to be my forever bow, a special thing as the stave has strong provenance in the longbow world. However... At the same time as I was having this experience they were experiencing the stave break! So now I'm going to have a longbow made by them from English Yew. WONDERFUL!


hen xx

Felling Trees is Hard, Poo, Birch Tapping & Ruin Advice needed!



Been coppicing and chopping down Trees this weekend. Not properly, but in our own small way which is last minute & messy but with clean cuts and great reverence for the Trees! This might sound a bit soft to some of you but I can assure you I'm not as fluffy as you might think :)

Coppicing doesn't pose a problem to me but felling a Tree does. I spent some time sitting with how I feel about it and trying to understand why my needs were important enough to take down the Tree. Truth is they aren't really. However, in order for us to be able to afford the land we have to make a living. Leo makes incredibly beautiful things from wood that, if sold, could enable us to continue to care for the land. We also need fire wood for next winter and we need wood for building. [EDIT: Thanks Coyopa! I should have mentioned how, by felling these trees, we're enhancing the life of the coppice & the health of the standard trees we've elected to leave.]

Since humans began we have had this relationship with Trees. Treating them almost like a parent, taking them for granted until it's almost too late. Well, I think we're in the 'almost too late' part of our relationship with Trees.

My sense of this gives me the motivation to share as much of what we do on the land and with Trees with others. That way, I'm hopefully giving something back to the Trees, helping to fight their corner and showing them how grateful I am for what they give me.

Which is why I'm planting 6000 trees on the land! Exmoor 6000 Trees Project




I have to say that I wasn't sorry to see this giant Laurel go. It was dangerous to fell as it's very snappy & we didn't take the top heavyness off of the branches before felling. However... it's mostly down now and I'm excited to see what pops out of the ground now the Sun can get to it!




Leo found this little noggin in an Ash tree branch, where a small mammal sat and tested these nuts for nutty goodness. I don't know what little mammal made these holes... hopefully one of you can tell me! Click the picture to see it bigger.




I went for an explore along the river to see what I could see. I didn't see any sign of Otter sadly but it was very beautiful down there and there's a lot going on!

I found this poo amongst the Hazel trees next to the river. What did it come out of? Click the picture to see it bigger.




I also love trying to spot the female flowers of the Hazel tree ( I do like other, exciting, things too!)! You can just see it bursting out of the bud in the middle of the picture below. I remember the first time I saw one I couldn't believe I'd never noticed them before! Click the picture to see it bigger.




I tried Birch tapping for the first time this weekend and unfortunately my tap was pants. Luckily though we were felling some Birch so when we made a cut into one and the sap started to gush out I ran for my cup. That first spurt slowed down by the time I got back with my cup but it was still flowing!





I did drink some straight from the tree and it was very beautiful. Hard to describe but like very pure, subtly sweet, water with a hint of the smell you get when you cut green wood. I felt amazing after drinking it too, totally energised. I could get addicted to that!




That evening I collected some nettle tops & gentle warmed the Birch sap (I didn't boil it) and made some Birch sap and nettle top tea. It was beautiful and had the same effect on me as it did when I drank it straight from the Tree. I was energised!




The Laurel that was felled is growing on the bank opposite the old linnhe. So lots more light is getting to it now. It got me thinking about how to care for the ruin as I've got no idea about looking after old buildings. So I thought I'd post this photie and see if I could get some advice from you! Help!


Much love,
hen
xx

Tree planting, Basketry, Knitting & The Great Turning! - an update

HellooOoo!

My first blog post in MONTHS! It's been a turbulent time but a positive one. Thank you everybody for your emails. Thank you xxxx


The Land

Soooo... I'm working on a grant with the Forestry Commission to plant upwards of 6000 trees on our Exmoor land. That's around 4 hectares! It'll be on this piece of our land below, which is just crying out for it...


The regeneration area.

We need to think of a name for it, which is fun! Any ideas appreciated! Lots of work to be done but oh soooo satisfying. The Forestry Commission chap I've been dealing with is a top bloke, really helpful and positive. As are the Woodland Trust who are also helping us through the process.

All the trees will be native not only to Britain but to Exmoor. So It will be predominately Oak, with nursery trees like Birch and Devonian Aspen (hopefully!), Cherry and Ash. There will also be lots of shrubbage, Hawthorn (my fav!), hazel, Rowan and other bits and bobs. I also want to sprinkle wild flower seed, but that might not be possible or even necessary. So ridiculously excited about this!!



Baskets

I'm working on a basketry tutorial for someone elses blog! It's taking me an age because I'm keen to make it so that it can actually be followed. I decided to make the basket out of foraged materials from the land. I can't tell you how whole it made me feel. Do you remember the first time you sowed some seeds, grew some veg & then made a meal out of the harvest? Well, it was like that! Full circle, a dream come true!


My favourite basket so far. A Willow and Holly basket, made from foraged materials from our land in Exmoor. Woohooo!

Here's a Linen basket I made with a honeysuckle handle on it...


My second favourite basket so far. It was a sod to make though! :)



Music


I've got back into creating music in a big way. I can't believe I stopped singing for so long, if there's one thing I am it's a singer. So I'm putting up some of the bits I record on to MySpace. My page is: www.myspace.com/henweaves It's mostly covers but it's all just me mucking about!




Crafts


I've also been practising my knitting and I'm pleased to say I've knitted a proper hat, thats round and that fits my head!


The wool is handspun and naturally dyed. (not by me!)

I've also knitted a strawberry hat! It's only little though!


It might be little, but it's still a hat! :)





Twitter

I know Twitter isn't for everyone but I love it and have made strong bonds with lots of people I would never normally have met. I know most of you will love it too, especially those of you that use forums! My tweets are protected so you have to send me a request to see my tweets. If you're on twitter let me know and I'll pay you a visit! I'm @hen4!




Spiritual/Deep Ecology Stuff

I'm still studying Joanna Macy's work on The Great Turning. In order that I can run courses on the land to help us to remember what it means to be human.

There's nothing more important to me than to reconnect our awareness to our interconnection with all life. An awareness that is within all of us and that our mind already gives us flashes of insight to.

'I cannot be healed unless you are healed' Joanna Macy. We're in this together and I want to enable us to find our happiness together.

To give you an idea of what that means to me, have a look at this movie clip:

Joanna Macy from Chris Landry on Vimeo.



Well, there's so much more to fit into this blog post but I think I'll leave it at that! Suffice to say that life is as it should be & I'm working hard toward my dream.

Warmest hugs!

hen
xx

Not bee-leaf anymore! I'm Heart and Soil :0)

OOooooOOOOoooh I've struggled with doing this!  I started being beeleaf 4 yrs ago when I built my first website from scratch.  It was a website that would help me gather all my myriad of dreams, ideas and beliefs.  That website then became this blog, last year.   

My plan was that with it all written down in one place I could try to make sense of it all and hopefully I could find my 'job' in life.

Well, I think it's done that.  I'm now a poor, but happy, landowner, a basket maker, a singer and a Buddhist too!  I also feel more connected to the Earth than ever before.
  
So, now that I've successfully labeled myself, I'm changing my name to Heart and Soil.  



In the future I hope to be working the land and opening it up to people who want to learn sustainable ways of living and bushcraft - particularly to young people.  I also want to teach traditional crafts, carve and make baskets.  Ultimately, I want to offer a space for spiritual exploration, in whatever form.  
All of these will come under the Heart and Soil 'umbrella'.

So, the first to shelter under the umbrella is Heart and Soil Basketry.  Who knows what will come next!  Whatever it is, I cant wait!!  



hen
xx




Beltane!

The woods are well protected.  We were very careful to pay our respects to each guardian to ensure safe passage...

There is Yellow Archangel to watch from on high and to watch from deep within...



We caught a dragon waking in the woods, getting ready to yawn his first firey roar of the Season...


A sentry, standing sure...


When we were finally allowed safe passage, we entered into a world of such beauty, such magic, that we were enveloped in a deep silence.  A silence born of awe at so many wonders.  We also learned things...

Woods can be white...  and woods can be blue...

I take great delight in lying on my belly.  Not just because I like to rest, you understand... but also because it's another world.  A world of little perfections.  Not only that, if you lie down on your belly in a woodland carpeted with bluebells your eyes get full of purpley blue.


I have learned that I don't know it all.   Who'd have thunk it!?  Below isn't a dandelion as we know and love it, it's one of the other types of dandelion type things, I just can't remember which one.  It's big and before it goes to seed it has red on the tips... recently I accidentally wrote that hazel leaves were beech leaves (can't believe I did that!!!) and didn't identify an Elm covered in seed!!  So I'm not saying what I think this is until I know for sure!!


This is a bluebell.  I can say that because, with my eyes, I can see it is basically blue and is the shape of a bell.  *tut*!!  It's surrounded by woodruff in flower too, so taking this photie smelled wonderful!!  Another reason for getting on your belly as often as possible - there's stunkiness to be had!!!

There is a Tufa in the woods near me.  It's the second one I've come across and I love them very much.  As  I love most things.    


It's basically a soft porous rock consisting of calcium carbonate deposited from the spring because it's rich in lime.



If you are celebrating this weekend have a wonderful time!  I might take Willow off to the Ridgeway and Uffington.  Special, special places.

I pray the Sun will warm your heart in the form of butterflies and bluebells, bumble bees and little kisses,

hen
xxx

Bute Park, Cardiff, Temporary Willow soaker, Springtime nature watching! Wonderful Weekend!


A view of Cardiff Castle from Bute Park

My friend Lizzeeee and I went to the RHS show in Bute Park, Cardiff.  The show was very modest but packed with lovely things.  The best bit for me, aside from spending a beautiful day with my pal, was meeting a lady with a hypo-awareness Border Collie dog.  

I tried not to stop and ask her about it but couldn't help myself!  She was more than happy to tell us all about the dog and it's amazing powers of scent.  This lady had Type 1 diabetes and for the past 40 yrs she had been too scared to leave the house.  She is unable to tell when her blood sugar levels drop seriously low and so could quite easily end up having a serious diabetic seizure without knowing it was going to happen.   Frightening stuff.

Her lovely dog can smell changes in her body odour 45mins before a seizure!  It's described as a peardrop smell but she admitted to not knowing exactly what it is the dogs sense entirely.  Now she can go and enjoy a RHS show or go shopping by herself, well, with her little collie dog!  Not only that, after being housebound for 40yrs, she is entering trials for skulling in the London Olympics!!!!  We asked what would happen if, doing all that exercise, she was racing and her blood sugar levels dropped.  Ah! she said, her dog would be in the safety boat following them during the races and would warn the safety people!!!  What does this collie ask for in return?  A jelly baby.

There's a lesson there somewhere. 


Flowering Acer

Lizzee and I spent a gloriously languid few hours under this tree chatting about our lives and the wonders of the world.


Lizzeeee, she's a beautiful bean.

I've known Lizzeeee for such a long time.  I'm really excited that she is starting a little garden for her brain injury patients.  I've never known someone with such a passion for people and life.  She's an inspiration to me and I know she is an inspiration to many, many others.  ...  It's just the smell...  
; )


Finally!!!!  I've got somewhere decent to soak my willow!!!!!!!  There really is no stopping me now!!!!  For the past month I've only been able to soak little withies in the bin.  Now I can actually soak the full lengths that I need to and get on with making me baskets.  


The wooden construction on the right of the trailer is just to split the trailer in two.  The next time I get to the land I'm going to collect my recycled butyl pond liner and some wood to make a dedicated soaking trough!


THANK YOU to everyone who is waiting for a basket for your patience during this pain in the bum time.  THANK YOU!!!!!  :)

Ash tree seedling

Keep your eye out for tree seedlings at the moment they're really easy to see.


This hazel, in a hedgerow, was packed full of seeds.


Below is the magnificent Lord and Ladies in flower!  In the evening the shards of low sunlight hit these flowers making the floor of the forest light up with spikes of soft green lights.


The Horsechestnut below is the biggest tree in our local woods.  I always fail miserably to get a good photo of it.  I decided to post this pic because I love the green!!!  Greeeeeen!!!!


The end of my day yesterday was spent enjoying the hot air balloons taking off from a field the other side of the valley.




How I love Spring.
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