Adventures of a mushroom-growing writer on the NSW south coast
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Welcome to Humus and Hummus, home to a queer, mushroom-growing writer hermit named Marita. Things you will find here:
-shrooms + veg + fruit growing
- a love for Vinnies and foraged goodness of the edible variety
- quirky adventures in Australia (and surrounds)
- occasional tirades about the Australian food system
- my donkey Mindy
Life should be simple. We often make it hard by adding more and more external layers to it. Work as a chore, hobbies we begrudgingly keep up for appearances. Cupboards full of clothes we don’t wear and stuff we don’t use. We’re suffocated by layers. We trundle through our days like the Michelin man, ricocheting…
The Smith farm is home to eight people. The garage has been converted into three extra rooms, and I’m living the caravan life. The cars out front make it look like party central. It’s busy. It’s chaotic. It’s always fun. You’d think we were at capacity. But no. There’s plenty of room for the cats,…
It’s autumn. The days got shorter all by themselves after we cashed in our daylight savings. The first lunar eclipse of the lunar tetrad (Blood Moon) bloomed in the sky. The mornings and evenings are crisp and clear. The sunsets are captivating. The light itself seems different. There’s already whispers of chimney smoke; errant invisible,…
A Certificate II in Horticulture is a beautiful thing. Especially if you’re studying in the lovely seaside town of Ulladulla under the excellent tutelage of Malcolm, Graeme and Wendy. Add in a rambunctious group of classmates exuding endless enthusiasm, and you have yourself a tremendous combination. There’s Merino from Venezuela, Ross the van-dweller, Em the…
Hello there. I live in a classic Viscount Supreme anchored on my parent’s beautiful farm in Milton. It’s been an eventful summer of building and renovation as this caravan has been turned into a tiny home. Shall I take you on a tour? Come with me. Welcome to my home. A daybed, perfect for catnaps,…
I’m continually astounded by life. Sometimes, I feel like my entire existence is founded on a string of happy coincidences. Family. Friends. University. Travel. Returning home after a year of European wandering without a clear game-plan for 2014, wondrous coincidences continue to happen: I’m living simply at home in a small space, my very own…
It’s that time of year when summer is still weaving its peculiar magic. The holiday rush has abated and the kids have been packed off to school again. Somehow, things slowly begin slotting into place as the world passes by in a dozey, in-between daze, and summer manages to bedazzle us with…
Obtain caravan (door optional). Build support frame. Lay the floor. Then the deck. Raise the walls. Add a roof. Build a verandah. Lay lino floor and skirting boards. Paint, paint, paint. Then paint some more. Enjoy.