But it sounds good.  I keep telling myself it's either a lot of land or no land; a lot being at least an acre, and then the time to enjoy it and react with and to it to our mutual benefit, and to the benefit of our neighbours.

But yeah, fruits, berries, you can check out the prices: buy it or....pick it for free, after you've put in a bit of work, but not much...well....hey!  

I'm ramblin' on and I ain't even got a garden, but good on ya, you've got a great line in there.

"more fun than painting"

Yeah!  Or as much fun at any rate, and both are...well...how to paint those fruits?

Hold on, them's be shellfish and wheat.

Maybe some grape juice in that glass.

And okay, let's go freaky.

I went to a walled garden last month, in a village near here.  The old guy asked if we'd like to see his garden, and as it was walled and as I'd been gushing about how much I loved walled gardens, in we went.  Ah!  Fantastico.  Veg, flowers, chickens, ducks, a dog, a pond, fruit trees.

"I remember saying to her [his wife] in the morning," he says.  "'Come on, have a look.  Tell me what's missing.'"

"That's right," says his wife.  "I couldn't work it out at first, then I said"

(In chorus) "All the trees have gone."

Whmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpf!

That was the '87 (I think it was) hurricane.

The next door walled garden was in a state of disrepair, a huge hole in the wall where we could see into it.

"That's owned by the local estate," he said.  (The estate in this case being some business or person that owns the stately manor of which the walled gardens were once the property.)

If I lived a cycle ride away, I'd be helping him out with his garden of a weekend, learning the craft, because I'd like to learn those skills, and I like that size--maybe "football pitch" size, but they've built on most of that land.  Still, he has his walled garden!

Hey, afew if you're reading, have you got land?  I have this sense of you out there, among the shepherd folks.


Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.