It's interesting how themes can emerge; almost like 'topic of the week' something along the lines of the hive mind ;getting a bee in its bonnet.
One way or another; there's been a lot of discussion around ' womenly issues' of many hues this week.
I've been having some very hard choices to make re toenail paint; matching or contrasting...?
Ooo the angst. Happy with this so far.. Maybe I should take advice?
Somewhat of a late comer to the world of cosmetics. And toes are as far as I've got...
My somewhat selfish (?) rationale being; that I don't have to look at my face; so why bother painting that?
I like to imagine that I've gained a few extra months of life just through time saved. buying, and applying makeup.
Not to mention (much) all that business with careful considered and maintained hairdo's...
"The Salon of Hedgebackwards" having mostly served me fairly up until now...
On occasion it will take me three days to get my hair looking 'just so'... 'This unreconstuctable ' style...
Three days of hill walking, cycling, or working in a windswept field that is...
However that wasn't the main thrust of the topic....
Whilst very much enjoying the convivial camping company of some women friends. Temporarily residing in someone elses' very pretty field, but located in bucolic blissfulness at the bottom of a hill..
The, more than servicable, composting loos were at the top of the hill.
Not so far but a bit of a bind, an arduous excursion, compared with the hedge that's just there...
Fine for the chaps to go and add some nitrogen to, day or night, no problem.
Far more in jest; than out of a serious modesty we fashioned a blanket cubicle; supported by our outstretched arms..
Facing outwards to preserve the good ladies modesty; in order that she answer that most urgent of all of mother nature's calls...
Someone's suggestion; that we could have; on the count of three; made like lady eagles and flown outwards; in the manner of a dramatic tableau; wasn't put into practice... As if; we would....?
But generally it's deathly dull; those extra inconveniences; brought about by lack of conveniences...
On their own none of them amount to anything too onerous....
But given a pause for thought; together they all add up to an extra bit of bother in total. Perhaps not something always considered if you are not of the female persuasion..
For women out and about, whether in the relative luxe of a campsite with toilets, or in wilder country, or even just working outdoors. There are undoubtably added complications.
Most of us aren't brazen enough just to squat down by the hedge.... Better cover needs to be found. in some circumstances wearing a skirt can help. Also useful for 'downstaris ablutions..
Then if we need to wash our upper half; in most places its not culturally acceptable, to disrobe from the waist up like the chaps can. A vest is useful in those circumstances but its still not quite the same.
There are other matters too; that need taking into account.
None that I am too coy to mention here; they might be covered in another post; another time.
But by by now; you might be almost as sleepy as me..
Having just returned from two days of intensive discussion; and 'post it note' wrangling around Agroecolocical Farming.
"What is it?
Is it a good thing?
And if it is agreed to be such; what prevents more of it happening?
Moreover following on from that; what do we need to do to overcome some of those obstacles?
Way too much; contained in Ten collective brainiums of diverse experience in the field; and opinions formed as a result; to condense here.
I did apologise for collectively referring to us as a group as "Hairy Farmers"
But general consensus was that it didn't offend; and was reasonably apt..
I mused over this; alongside many other matters as I drove into the West...
Hairy does on the whole describe our general level of hirsuteness. And maybe; (no offence intended here whatsoever) our tendency towards 'otherwise engaged' concern for appearance.
Plus the overall look of our farms, or holdings..... Long grass; and patches of friendly bug harbouring nettles... And the odd bit of homespun fencing or what have you.
And no mere trifle here, for most small scale producers who are 'trying to do the right thing' The 'hairiness (or precariousness) of securing something like a living in return for labour expended....
|Might need to work on the 'farmer tan' ... But scarlet nails seem to go with the overall reversal of 'feet on the ground; head in the clouds' reclining....|
Oh bother! I scribed trifle!
But there is no way I could expect a Thursday custard tomorrow; not after leaving it's creator in charge of all the harvesting today. What with me swanning off merely to talk about it....
Even if she was ably assisted by 'second mate' Man Friday.
Here on a Wednesday (?) before returning back to the briney afore long.....
Other peoples schedules eh?
Rarely; a dull moment.
However; I'm more than happy to do some silent communing with a few kilos of freshly plucked basil the morn' ...
Words alone; are inadequate, to describe that olfactory delight