Compost Stu's blog


Moldering

Mon, 08/13/2012 - 13:15 — Compost Stu

The Kookaburras are laughing, I watch from my perch as they chase about and get all strumpety at a crow that’s munching on my mandarins. The crow sees them coming and avoids the strife by high tailing it over to a big gum nearby. Whoever said nature was peaceful had to be in the tundra. It’s a war zone out there. I’ve been up on the Gold Coast recently, getting a reality check. I think we should all take the time to go and visit Babylon once in a while, just to make sure it’s still as glitzy?, trashy? (is there an adjective that sums up all the worst traits of humanity?) as we remembered.



Evolution and Risk

Mon, 08/13/2012 - 13:14 — Compost Stu

Sitting here on my concrete pedestal, my stone throne, I ponder the process of our own evolution. Like yin and yang, it ebbs and flows, evolving then devolving but forever moving forward (a bit like the compost beneath me). Even the yawning Sphinx in the east is vulnerable to the onslaught of time, as the molten core pushes forth another somewhere. Is our planet evolving? Are we?



Stu's View from the Loo

Mon, 08/13/2012 - 13:13 — Compost Stu

As I sit and contemplate the sacred lady mountain from my wooden throne, the cold, distant goddess that fills my vista, I am reminded of the Winter that is almost upon us. My list of chores fills up with anticipation of clear skies and (finally, please…) a bit of drier weather. As the plants and animals slow down, we humans play catch up, tidying up around the edges of our wet wilderness to provide us with a semblance of sanity for the darker months to come.



Stu's View from the Loo

Mon, 08/13/2012 - 13:12 — Compost Stu

There are a few ripe lemons and grapefruit in the orchard, with orb weavers and St Johns Cross spider webs laden with dew connecting the trees like mist nets. My poor old Avocado tree, the victim of phytophera fungi, stands skeletal amongst the dense green of the citrus. It has become a monkey bar for the little red melon vine that’s new in my neighbourhood. Here and there a few new shoots show me that there is yet hope for a recovery.



Stu's View from the Loo

Mon, 08/13/2012 - 13:11 — Compost Stu

There’s a wispy mist billowing out of the nearby dam / frog pond that is home to many a frog and wading bird alike. This morning there is a Heron strutting its way around the edges, taking the tasty morsels and deep throat waggling them all the way down its gullet. It’s all a bit surreal and in the early morning light, I imagine a hand holding a cleaver raising from the depths. The ethereal spirit of the frogpond, eternally green and covered in slime moulds and algae, has decided to offer me a solution to the cane toads that have appeared since I slashed my property a few weeks ago.


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