
It’s small but the garden adds to the serenity of our small yard. The weather has been superb the last few days and before classes I’m usually in the hammock reading. I’ve almost finished Kropotkin’s Conquest of Bread.
Sacral philomath in unruly reverence

It’s small but the garden adds to the serenity of our small yard. The weather has been superb the last few days and before classes I’m usually in the hammock reading. I’ve almost finished Kropotkin’s Conquest of Bread.

This photo is from 2015. It’s of a khaïma, a Mauritanian tent, that Patricia and I would use to go camping on the weekends outside Nouakchott. This spot is about 100 km north and has a beautiful dune right next to the ocean. I’m unsure of when I’ll be able to return.



We had plans to make a garden on a small plot of land close to the church that our landlady offered us this spring. But since we’ve been quarantined for a month and didn’t want to spend the money to fence it properly for boars, we decided to take some fallen branches from the monte and build a raised bed garden in our yard. Arugula, spinach, tomatoes, and aubergine are coming.