The Joy That Lies Ahead / Fair Food Closed Easter Monday
The joy that lies ahead I got an email from Jenny Indian up in Stanley this week containing the picture above- it was a reminder that chestnuts would be arriving in the next couple of weeks. Now ignoring for a moment that it’s apple and pear season (we’ll be catching up with Hazeldean Forest Farm in the next week […]
Give us a sign Youbi / Never a better time to be Australian
Give us a sign For months at the new Fair Food warehouse in Preston disorientated delivery drivers have been tentatively sticking their heads in the front door asking if they’re in the right place. The confusion has arisen due to the huge plumbing supplies sign above our roller door, a leftover from the previous tenants. Clearly something had to be done. First […]
CLOSED Queen’s Birthday
We are closed next Queen’s Birthday Monday – we’re hoping all our farmers and makers also get some time off from harvesting, packing, cooking or baking or delivering. We will be back bright and early on Tuesday for deliveries as usual.
Between convenience and connection
Between convenience and connection Yesterday morning at a small café off Sydney Road I shared a plate of fried dumplings with my eight year old son. The café was empty apart from a solitary diner across the room sipping her wonton soup . As we ate our food we curiously watched a stream of […]
Sofi’s Seasonal Signposts / Fair Food Job Closing
Sofi’s Seasonal Signposts Last week in a return-of-the-light antidote to mid-winter, post-election, extinction crisis despair I wrote about the first Murnong planting at Joe’s Garden, the CERES staff solstice bonfire and NUCA’s (Neighbours United for Climate Action) first meeting. I also wrote about an eight season calendar that I’d fallen in love with which I couldn’t quite fit in….until […]
Plastic free mind / Seeking a self-seeder
Plastic free mind I wandered down to the Merri Creek this morning – no matter how long it’s been the creek always welcomes me back from whatever digital diversion that has kept me away. “Where’ve you been,” the muddy water, the yellow wattle flowers and wattlebirds ask. The winter flood had left its usual trove […]
