Don't Let Them Take Your Stuff
Updated: Feb 5, 2019
You earn money, then oh dear, your landlord, shopping centre and others want exactly that amount. You plant a garden, then oh dear, the water evaporates, the tresaures get eaten by wildlife.
Defense is something we have to get good at, even in a 2019 Western Democracy. But nobody wants a life with fences. Love and cleverness are the way to go.
Defence Without Fences
Here is a garden I designed to work without fences. The water is buried in wicking beds, the deliciousness is raised, giving kangaroos the idea to go elsewhere. The whole thing is shaded to keep the water in, and has a person installed, to watch over and make sure everything is okay.
I drew this from my Inner Sydney house, humming a really silly Australian song.
Here I am, a one-minute drawing session:
In March last year, my landlord took the house back.
But I've got a skill for landing on my feet, and making even unwilling change benefit me.
Who would have thought I'd end up living every bit of the lyrics, here in Gardenfarm, Gippsland. Today I had Farmer Bob's fresh-picked plums for dessert, and watered my pumpkins. Tomorrow I'll have vegemite on his fresh-baked bread, and pop in to Woolies for whatever he hasn't grown.
Here is the song:
By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign shore
But when my mates all ask me
The place that I adore
I tell them right away
Give me a home among the gumtrees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo
A clothesline out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair
You can see me in the kitchen
Cooking up a roast
Or Vegemite on toast
Just you and me, a cup of tea
And later on, we'll settle down
And go out on the porch
And watch the possums play
There's a Safeways up the corner
And a Woolies down the street
And a brand new place they've opened up
Where they regulate the heat
But I'd trade them all tomorrow
For a little bush retreat
Where the kookaburras call
Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath the ground
But me I like the bush you know
With rabbits running round
And a pumpkin vine out the back
Maybe its time for you to make your paradise. Gardenfarm has a monthly intern program, and its delicous. If you want to get your own plum tree, gum tree and the rest one day, come, stay, and get powered up. Draw your next reality into being.