O mês de Agosto está a chegar ao fim. Os emigrantes começam a regressar a França, os dias já estão mais pequenos e as temperaturas não parecem vir a subir mais. Foi um mês de receber visitas. Com o meu primo vieram uns amigos recentes muito agradáveis e na última semana tive cá os meus pais e a primeira visita da minha irmã.
As amoras crescem em todo o lado e já não sei o que fazer com elas. Já fiz compota, licor, xarope e como-as regularmente de diversas formas. O mesmo para as maçãs de apenas duas macieiras. Cidra e desidratação são as minhas apostas para as conservar.
Ter ajuda aqui na quinta foi realmente bom, não só por ver as tarefas a serem realizadas mais depressa mas especialmente por ter com quem partilhar acções que acredito serem benéficas para um modo de vida sustentável e consequentemente para todos. O meu primo, amigos e a minha irmã (que gostou mais disto que o esperado) motivaram-me a receber voluntários.
O meu primo disse-me algo que me deixou a pensar: "Às vezes temos uma ideia romântica de viver desta forma mas eu não era capaz." Isto aplica-se que nem uma luva à minha mãe de quem ouvi a vida toda dizer-se uma amante do campo e não tolera um pouco de pó ou um bichinho. Para o meu primo e outros que sintam o mesmo tenho algo a dizer: Isto não acontece de um dia para o outro. É um processo gradual que leva tempo e essa adaptação acontecerá se continuarmos sem paz interior na sociedade actual e mantermos cá dentro a intenção de viver com mais significado e em harmonia com o que acreditamos estar certo. Há seis anos atrás era um menino da cidade que me fritava com aranhas e apenas andava descalço na praia.
Com os meus pais vieram os hábitos de consumo. Trouxeram-me muitas coisas entre elas um frigorífico pequeno que admito ir-me dar jeito mas a que já não estava habituado. Deu para me questionar: Se é mais saudável comer os produtos da época, conservar comida num ambiente artificial para podermos comer noutras alturas será positivo?
Também me trouxeram um armário para a roupa que se monta com mil peças de plástico que vêm ensacadas em plástico numa caixa toda colada com mais plástico. E o cheiro da cobertura? Tóxico.
Enquanto cá estavam compraram mais outras tantas coisas, das quais já tinha ou não precisava. Encontrei no lixo pão que sobrara dos vários dias em que cá estiveram. Eu sei que é o hábito mas NUMA QUINTA NÃO HÁ DESPERDÍCIO ORGÂNICO. Distribui o pão pelos cães magros do vizinho como a Karoline já o tinha feito antes.
Também já não me sinto bem com as vezes que fomos comer fora enquanto cá estiveram. O meu próprio corpo já não está habituado a comida tão pesada e é financeiramente insustentável. Ainda há demasiada gente a achar que os homens se medem pela carteira mas eu acredito que se medem pela bondade.
O meu pai diz-me que me estou a tornar um bicho. Mesmo aos 40 custa ouvir isto porque é dali que queremos ouvir as melhores coisas. Felizmente há quem me considere inspirador e que deseje regressar.
Eu não desisto de ninguém mas do estilo de vida egoísta e irresponsável do dito primeiro mundo já desisti há muito.
The month of August is coming to an end. Migrants are beginning to return to France, days are getting smaller and temperatures don't seem to rise any higher. It was a month of receiving visitors. With my cousin also came some very pleasant recent friends and last week I had my parents and the first visit of my sister.
Blackberries grow everywhere and I no longer know what to do with it. I've made jam, liqueur, syrup, and I eat them regularly in many ways. The same for the apples of just two apple trees. Cider and dehydration are my bets to keep them.
Having help here in the farm was really good, not only for seeing the tasks being done faster but especially for sharing actions that I believe are beneficial to a sustainable way of living and, consequently, for all. My cousin, friends and my sister (who enjoyed being here more than expected) motivated me to receive volunteers.
My cousin told me something that left me thinking: "Sometimes we have a romantic idea of living this way but I couldn't." This applies very well to my mother of whom I have listened all my life claiming to be a lover of the country side and doesn't tolerate a little dust or a bug. For my cousin and others who feel the same way I have something to say: This doesn't happen in two days. It's a gradual process that takes time and this adaptation will happen if we continue without inner peace in the current society and keep inside the intention to live with more meaning and in harmony with what we believe to be right. Six years ago I was a city boy who'd panic with spiders and just walked barefoot on the beach.
With my parents also came the consumption habits. They brought me many things among them a small refrigerator that I admit will be useful but that I wasn't used to it anymore. I was able to ask myself: If it's healthier to eat the products of the season, keeping food in an artificial environment so it can be eaten at other times is positive?
They also brought me a closet for the clothes that are assembled with a thousand pieces of plastic that come bagged in plastic in a box all glued with more plastic. What about the smell of the cover? Toxic.
While they were here, they bought more things, which I already had or didn't need. I found in the garbage bread that had been left over from the several days they were here. I know it's the habit but IN A FARM THERE'S NO ORGANIC WASTE. I spread the bread for the neighbor's skinny dogs as Karoline had done before.
I also don't feel good about the times we went out to eat while they were here. My own body is no longer used to to such heavy food and is financially unsustainable. There are still too many people to think that men measure themselves by the wallet but I believe they measure themselves by kindness.
My dad tells me that I'm becoming an animal. Even at 40 it's hard to hear this because that's where we want to hear the best things. Fortunately there are those who consider me inspiring and who wish to return.
I don't give up on anyone but the selfish and irresponsible lifestyle of the so-called first world I've given up for a long time.
The month of August is coming to an end. Migrants are beginning to return to France, days are getting smaller and temperatures don't seem to rise any higher. It was a month of receiving visitors. With my cousin also came some very pleasant recent friends and last week I had my parents and the first visit of my sister.
Blackberries grow everywhere and I no longer know what to do with it. I've made jam, liqueur, syrup, and I eat them regularly in many ways. The same for the apples of just two apple trees. Cider and dehydration are my bets to keep them.
Having help here in the farm was really good, not only for seeing the tasks being done faster but especially for sharing actions that I believe are beneficial to a sustainable way of living and, consequently, for all. My cousin, friends and my sister (who enjoyed being here more than expected) motivated me to receive volunteers.
My cousin told me something that left me thinking: "Sometimes we have a romantic idea of living this way but I couldn't." This applies very well to my mother of whom I have listened all my life claiming to be a lover of the country side and doesn't tolerate a little dust or a bug. For my cousin and others who feel the same way I have something to say: This doesn't happen in two days. It's a gradual process that takes time and this adaptation will happen if we continue without inner peace in the current society and keep inside the intention to live with more meaning and in harmony with what we believe to be right. Six years ago I was a city boy who'd panic with spiders and just walked barefoot on the beach.
With my parents also came the consumption habits. They brought me many things among them a small refrigerator that I admit will be useful but that I wasn't used to it anymore. I was able to ask myself: If it's healthier to eat the products of the season, keeping food in an artificial environment so it can be eaten at other times is positive?
They also brought me a closet for the clothes that are assembled with a thousand pieces of plastic that come bagged in plastic in a box all glued with more plastic. What about the smell of the cover? Toxic.
While they were here, they bought more things, which I already had or didn't need. I found in the garbage bread that had been left over from the several days they were here. I know it's the habit but IN A FARM THERE'S NO ORGANIC WASTE. I spread the bread for the neighbor's skinny dogs as Karoline had done before.
I also don't feel good about the times we went out to eat while they were here. My own body is no longer used to to such heavy food and is financially unsustainable. There are still too many people to think that men measure themselves by the wallet but I believe they measure themselves by kindness.
My dad tells me that I'm becoming an animal. Even at 40 it's hard to hear this because that's where we want to hear the best things. Fortunately there are those who consider me inspiring and who wish to return.
I don't give up on anyone but the selfish and irresponsible lifestyle of the so-called first world I've given up for a long time.
Inspirador, Carlitos! Inspirador. Tanto que as horas do dia quase não chegavam para a troca de ideias e experiências ;)
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