Monthly Archive: September 2020

Early spring pasture

Graham R. Cooper I watched a cow curl its long, sandpaper-grip tongue around the length of the tender, sappy blades; grasped sideways and tugged upward, the clump broke off a few centimetres above the...

Walking the Land: Part Two

“Why isn’t there any grass?” Our five year old daughter’s alarm given urgency by wondering what her two pet rabbits would eat on land that had no grass. Even the gully – a water...

Walking the Land: Part One

I gave the cow paddocks pedestrian names. And in the sense that most mornings I walk there: pedestrian. I take predictable paths, with the occasional sweep by foot and eye, of such things as...

Seaweed for the vegetable garden

Time and tide wait for no man Seven sacks tied tightly with blue baling twine lie on their sides in the back of the car, their plastic pressed taut by giant bladder kelp. Recent...

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