Month: March 2019

now is Birch tapping season. birch water contains appr. 1% birch sugar – the real stuff, not the fake supermarket stuff (made out of oak bark or corn husks); and priceless cell-fixing Bethulin. that’s stuff that’s so good you can’t find any in any “super”market.

also on the menu now:

Chives go by many names, and can be harvested multiple times. make sure to leave enough to recover, or better: spread to another shaded and moist place.

 

easter-Fasten-zeit:

that’s why the Bins Who Know Your Sins are a-plenty with pig meat. and chocolate desserts.

Behold the “Fait-teiler”-box we frequently restock with our surplus, above. Left to it there’s a free book shelf.

 

‘t was a fruit salad day, followed by:

my neighbors’ kids ate all the cherry tomatoes; the Oregano looks much more vital already:

oregano in the outdoor survival

actually, the chronologicl order is messed up for dramatic purposes; this batch is from earlier this month (it’s all finished by now. turned into sh!t).

A clear pattern of Hardcore Catholic Lithurgy is emerging from the Waste Bins: to the Knowing, this month’s topic appears to be Bread & Wine

Providence provided a glass to drink the Sacred Müll-Wine from, filled with fancy chocolate dessert still (center). Four animals scattered among the bread rolls.

Guatemaltec honey to go with 13 bricks of milk (cow and goat – Ave Goat!), atop holy Krapfen (fried pastries, bottom right), and a remainder to serenely shower in Dusch-gel provided the Waste. (Also some chocolate and cheese.)  Sock for size comparison (large foot, large, erh, nose)

Green yellow and red, orange oranges and another glass (top left) to drink the Sacred Wine. Center: Some roots to remind us we will all turn into soil, and return as green leaves.

The (not soooo) Irish Potato is the ever returning bulb of eternal stubbornness. Together with bell peppers and tomatoes they form the Trinity of (not so) Toxic Night-shades always close to humanity. To bore you, some more apples, oranges and dull bananas (mango in between).

Trembling with Excitement, we await what the Fasten-Zeit will pour upon us –

Trve Believers of the Surplus.