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Plukrijp.be vzw – Upside-down the good newsletter
2022 – week 28
Upside down = instead of announcing what we plan to do
(& most often find out we do not need to do), we relate what we really did
Building communities of trust is fundamental
to healing our collective wound.
At Plukrijp, we offer spaces of transparency and solidarity.
The community allows people to encounter each other
in truth and so develop trust.
We do the garden for YOU
Plukrijp functions on your frequent visits & harvests. Take along for friends & neighbours, this way we recreate real networks between us all, breaking down the illusory restrictions that now still separate many of us from our fellow man = UBUNTU.
The updated list of vegetables & fruit that can be harvested this week is available on our website under the heading “Current Harvest” : https://plukrijp.be/en/op-dit-moment-te-oogsten
This week @ Plukrijp
We flooded the closed tunnels, observing that in closed tunnel 1, the water does not flow to the end. We changed our approach & put back into motion the drip irrigation system to keep the tunnel fresh & humid in these warm days.
We harvested the leek in open tunnel 1. We observe relative to the other leek that even though they were planted sooner, they remained smaller & thinner than most leek. We spread pigeon poo onto the bed after harvesting & scratching to help the soil balance itself out. We waited for rain & for the poo to integrate, then we made lines & seeded rammenas for some fresh winter veggies.
We scratched & weeded open tunnel 5 between the leek & the onions.
We seeded brussel sprouts & warmoes in lines at the Hei.
We keep harvesting beans & giving bags for people to eat and/or deep freeze for later feasts.
We seeded Phacelia in the first half of low long bed 1 at the Hei, to cover the soil before the winter crop.
We weeded the lines of carrots & beetroot at the Hei.
We continue to seed salad & onion, both in pots & in open soil to have tasty food year round.
We received Egyptian onions from Hugo & planted them in pots to spread around the farm & propagate. Thanks Hugo!
We have the immense pleasure of giving melons to people & are happy to give, give, give.
We clipped the tomatoes back onto the center structures & took out the ‘gourmands.’
We keep watering the glasshouse when needed.
We scratched & weeded all of the open tunnels.
We harvested the prunes & plums from the food forest. Thank you Frank & co. for planting all these beautiful trees!
We marvel at Plukrijp’s first Lotus Flower at the Lake.
We enjoy the visit of a mama duck & her seven ducklings waddling around the farm.
We weeded open tunnel 4.
We seeded beans in pots to prepare for the next rotation of crops in the closed tunnels.
Anthony made a beautiful new “life size” Plukrijp logo to place at the front of the farmhouse.
Niels and Anthony have restored old gardening tools. We can’t wait to try them!
We cut back the hedge next to the closed tunnel 1.
The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet
The Young and Prodigious T. S. Spivet is a 2013 adventure-drama film directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and co-written with Guillaume Laurant, an adaptation of the 2009 book The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet written by Reif Larsen.
A ten-year-old scientist secretly leaves his family’s ranch in Montana where he lives with his cowboy father and scientist mother, escapes home, and travels across the country aboard a freight train to receive an award at the Smithsonian Institute.
The City of Lost Children
The City of Lost Children is a 1995 science fantasy film directed by Marc Caro and Jean-Pierre Jeunet, written by Jeunet and Gilles Adrien.
A scientist in a surrealist society kidnaps children to steal their dreams, hoping that they slow his aging process.
This very entertainingly-edited video by Roger James Hamilton explains how a powerful AI called Aladdin built by BlackRock’s Larry Fink is a big reason why you will own nothing – because it will own everything.
Inhoud van de jaarcursus
Tijdens deze jaarcursus telen we samen een grote variatie aan groenten doorheen de 4 seizoenen. We leren vooral vanuit de praktijk met ondersteuning van enkele uren theorie, In oktober “ontginnen” we een stuk begroeid weiland, starten we op een stuk bestaande moestuin en daarnaast gebruiken we ook een stuk van de serre. Op deze manier kunnen deelnemers in hun eigen tuin hetzelfde ritme volgen.
Deelnemers zijn welkom om ook op andere momenten op “hun” stukje grond te komen werken, de oogst van ons werk verdelen we onderling.
Naast de praktijkervaring hier op het terrein richten we ons ook op de designs van de moestuinen van de deelnemers, er zijn veel mogelijkheden, elk met zijn voor- en nadelen afhankelijk van de bodemsoort, de oppervlakte van het terrein, het doel van de moestuin.
Het is helemaal ok om niet alle cursusdagen te volgen, veel zaken uit de theorie komen terug in de praktijk.
Volgende onderwerpen komen aan bod:
– Observeren van het terrein
– Verschillende teeltmethodes (permacultuur, VELT, Gertrud franck, eliot coleman, jean martin fortier,…)
– Groententeelt in de wintermaanden
– Aanleg tuinbedden
– Zorg voor de aarde en het bodemleven
– Integratie van meerjarige gewassen
– Kiemplantjes herkennen
– Voorzaaien, in volle grond zaaien en planten
– Vroege en late teelten forceren
– Planten leren kennen
– Energie en water recycleren in de tuin
– Zelf zaden oogsten
– Optimaal oogsten
– Kruiden, vaste planten en bessenstruiken vermeerderen
– Eetbare wilde kruiden herkennen en oogsten
– Het bewaren en verwerken van de oogst
De cursus gaat door op Welenhoeck in Herzele, Het Vlierveld in Lier en de Weegbree in Sint.katelijne-waver.
Wens je langs te komen voor meer informatie, kom dan naar de introductiedag:
Welenhoeck: zondag 25 september van 10u tot 11u
Vlierveld: zondag 18 september van 10u tot 11u
Weegbree: zaterdag 17 september van 14u tot 15u
One of the most disturbing aspects of the entire global warming debate is the certitude of believers, driven almost entirely, if not exclusively by tribal affiliations.This book shows that while CO2 contributes to climate conditions it is not a primary driver, and that the climate models on which energy policies are based are invalid. It also addresses the unconscionable tactics employed by politicians and their media acolytes to perpetuate the myth that human-caused CO2 is responsible for global warming and climate change. A small group of ideologues have over the years hijacked an otherwise noble cause, environmental consciousness, and used it as a proxy to redistribute wealth and ultimately to replace western-style democracies with a world socialist structure under the auspices of the United Nations. To achieve their goals, they use Alinsky-style tactics to denigrate, ridicule, and intimidate skeptics, and Orwellian methods including rewriting history to ensure conformity to their message.There are no angry mobs demanding consensus for the theories of Gravity or E=mc2 because they are testable, repeatable, and confirmed through experiment and observation. The un-testable, un-provable relationship between CO2 and a warming planet plays into the hands of scrupulous ideologues. Only through such an oblique association could they develop a pseudo-secular religion with millions of believers who view those who question its dogma as heretics.
God’s Will (retold by Nasruddin)
When I was no longer needed as a Mulla in the village, I moved to another region and found a convenient place outside a small town, on a hill. The view was fine, and the hill was as thick with thorns and burdock as a peace-loving soul could want.
I was very happy with the thorns, because they discouraged agriculture. In fact, they discouraged just about everything. No one bothered me.
Eventually, however, my beloveds, this changed. After a certain time, the townsfolk became curious. They wondered what I was doing up on that hill, coming down only for a few groceries once in a while, or maybe only to charge my cell phone. No, that was a different time.
Anyway, the people began to come up the hill, through the thorns, until they had made a path. That made it easier for me to get down to the town, which was convenient. It also made it easier for them to get up to me, which was not so convenient.
Somehow, the townsfolk came to view my silence and seclusion as marks of wisdom. And of course, whenever we admire something, we want to possess it. I once saw a small knoll covered with wild blueberries close by a pond. The blueberry plants turned red in the fall, and the glorious color was reflected in the pond. A family from a nearby town loved that blueberry field so much they decided to build a house there. They brought in excavators and heavy equipment, and tore out a large area on the top of the hill. The runoff washed away many of the berries, and they piled building debris on a particularly beautiful patch, so that by the time their house was finished, they wondered where their idyllic little scene had gone.
That was how I was afraid I would be. They would consider my seclusion to be admirable, so they would troop up to share it with me, until none of us was secluded any more. One day, something happened that let me know I could preserve my seclusion in the long run.
A group came to me, much distressed.
“All our roosters have died!” they cried. “What are we to do? We won’t wake up on time in the morning, and we won’t be able to raise broods of chicks to grow more chickens. How will we live?”
Knowing the old saying that not a leaf turns except by the will of Allah, I looked at them for a long time. Finally they demanded an answer.
“God’s will,” I said.
“God’s will?! Is that all you have to say? What good does that do us?” and they stalked down the hill, very dissatisfied. However, my peace didn’t last for long. Up they came again with a fresh calamity.
“All our fires have gone out!” they cried. “What will we do?”
“I suppose it wouldn’t help if I pointed out you have no roosters to cook anyway?” It didn’t help.
“What shall we do? We haven’t a live coal in the village, and the next village is far away.”
I looked at them and shrugged. “God’s will,” I said.
“We thought you’d say that,” they muttered, and stalked off down the hill, very annoyed. They were back sooner than I thought they would be.
“All our dogs have died!” they cried. “What other town is more unfortunate than ours? First our roosters, then our fires, now our dogs! Who will keep away wild animals, who will warn us of thieves?”
“Do you really have so many thieves?” I asked. They admitted nothing had ever been stolen in the town.
“I have only one thing to say, and I know you don’t want to hear it,” I said.
“We know…God’s will. That’s the last time we’ll ever ask YOU for advice,” they said, and stalked off down the hill, very annoyed. I hoped it was true.
But that very night, something occurred which I had been expecting. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I expected something. It was a little too much to have roosters, fires and dogs all die, all at once in the whole town. So I sat up and listened. Around midnight, when all was quiet in the town below, I heard the sound of a large number of armed men approaching. I crept to the top of the next hill for a better view. It’s a good thing I’m very stealthy, because their scout crept to the top of the same hill, and we almost bumped into one another. He gave a hand signal, and an army of several hundred men with shields and spears, bows and arrows, and walkie talkies…no that was another time. Anyway, this army poured up the hill and their general gave the signal for silence. He stood listening carefully, looking down at the town. After a little time he spoke.
“Well, men, we have had a good run of it, going from town to town, pillaging and burning, and gathering such treasures as we found.” There was a quiet clatter of spears and shields and shuffling of feet.
“But it looks as if our luck has run out. Where is the smoke from the fires? Where are the dogs barking? It’s almost daylight. Where are the roosters crowing? This village is abandoned. Let us move on.”
So they turned back down the hill, and went on their way. The next day a few villagers came to see me.
“Have you thought of any solutions to our problems?” they asked, “or are you going to say the same thing over and over?”
“You mean, God’s will?” They nodded. “Oh, I still believe it’s God’s will, but I have something to add. No matter how bad you think your problems are, they could always be worse. Be content with what befalls you. It is truly sent from Heaven.”
To this day, they don’t believe me.
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