Summer scenes and maybe a farewell to social media

Here are a few snippets from this summer, which has been really hot and dry as usual.

Here in Europe , June was declared the hottest June since weather is recorded. While here in Portugal we are used to have 40ºC temperatures in June, it is a new thing in some other European countries, which are being affected now. It breaks my heart and I really wonder how many more records we will need to break before real change happens. Y’all can’t ignore climate change when it’s banging at your door and you feel it in your skin + bones, no longer something that exists in the distance, that you read through news and see through images and annoys people because they need to pay a tax over a freaking plastic bag at the supermarket.

The negativity and the uncertainity about the future regularly comes to mess with my mental health. This is one of the reaons I’m taking a gentle step away from social media. In a media greatly dominated by US culture, it’s easy to think that we’ll collapse next month. There are so many good things happening elsewhere, in countries that don’t receive enough recognition (recommended reading, this post by the always brilliant Aja), in local actions that don’t get broadcasted for the whole interwebs to see, comment and react on. When I step on Instagram, I see influencers shoving plastic crap and new clothes into my face. I see an incredible overwhelm of information that I don’t think any human is mentally capable of handling. There are so many things and problems happening all around the world, and however only a handful of them are talked about and put on the spotlight. However, are we as a species ready to be up to date with a whole lot of different things happening in different parts of the globe? I really don’t think so, or maybe it’s just me. This isn’t desresponsabilization from my part, on the other hand. This is me not wanting to waste my energy on scrolling and falling into the trap of performative activism and instead, using my body and my mind and my spirit into local action. We can all be useful elsewhere, but if we don’t act locally, who will do it for us?

The effort I’ve putting into online activism, I want to redirect it to my real life, to my community, to my region. There are so many things happening here too.
I won’t stop being active and critical online, but maybe I’ll do it differently. If I will still be active online at all (funny how blogging doesn’t feel like it is online).

This was a vegetable dip for a community Solsctice potluck. These gatherings warm my heart so much! Neighbors gathering, sharing, eating food together. These too are seeds and important, meaningful actions.

I woke up early a few times and attempted to draw the very last misty morning before summer. I hope none of my uniersity teachers is seeing this, or they will wonder why the hell they’ve spent time trying to teach me. This is just a proof that it had been FIVE whole years since the last time I picked a bar of charcoal.

She waters, I water.
Me and Sam built a new plant bed alongside the house and it totally brings a new feeling to the surroundings of the house.

And I’ve flip flopping in between two boks, I Heard the Owl Call my Name and The Lord of the Rings. Enjoying both of them thoroughly! Amazing how much more reading one gets done when the phone is off. Let’s see how long my kind of time off will last, but a summer long time off would actually be quite wonderful. There is so much to do in Summer!

OK friends! That’s today transmission.
Much love, from me to you!

Autumn thoughts

Autumn has came with all its mighty wind and chill.

I write sitting outside, under the caravan porch, and hear the oak and eucalyptus’ leaves rustling in the wind. I wrapped myself in wool before coming out, and my coffee got cold too quickly, but I feel too lazy to heat it up.

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The rain has brought the mosses back to life, and they seem to shine again, a renewed shade of golden green that warms my heart, despite the coldness that gets to my bones.

There is still the ocasional sunny warm day, but it’s rare now. When it comes, the garden is one of our favorite places to be, planting small seedlings and weeding around tiny plants, without getting the hands cold from cold dirt.

I am still giving thanks for the rain… It means we can plant and harvest leafy greens as much as we want… As a matter of fact, plant whatever we want, really, because we no longer need to worry about the lack of water on the land. Rain is so abundant.

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I’ve been harvesting whatever is left, but mostly planning the fall & winter garden and preparing endless trays of seedlings to relocate to the garden in a couple of weeks. It’s funny because every garden season I find myself thinking “next season will be better”. It’s a bit like aiming to the horizon, only to see it getting further away every time, but it still gives me pleasure.

And I assure you, every growing season is better than the previous one. Oh, it is.

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We’re appreciating our mornings wholeheartedly. They have a different taste now, because our girl has started kindergarten a few weeks ago. It’s a rather bittersweet feeling, but mostly sweet I think. We are all happy. Me and Sam have time for working together, talk together, chew our food when we eat! She is full of joy and tiredness when we pick her up, so all is good. All is really good.

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The cold weather is here, but so many things bring warmth. Our lovely neighbours, the house building going steadily, all that knitting… And a very, very, exciting project I’m working on but still making a secret out of it- sshhhhh

As me and Sam walked home last night with a child on the back and a torch on the front, after having dinner at a friend, we were commenting about how we often don’t value enough all we got now. It’s too easy to complain about things - how the house isn’t ready yet, how our bank account isn’t bursting with money, how the rainwater harvest system isn’t up yet… Wow. If we gave less attention to all these isn’ts and more to the is and gots, our minds would feel lighter.

So this is what I’m doing this Autumn. Holding my loved ones close, my chickens & garden & knitting within an arm’s reach, and accepting the fact that maybe our house won’t be finished in a week or two. Maybe not even in a month. And that’s ok. I’ll just make myself a nice cup of tea from my garden’s herbs, chat with my neighbours (who are going / have gone through the same) and trust the process.

Happy Autumn, north hemisphere folks!
And happy Spring for the south ones!



 The sun shines high in its zenith. It’s another hot summer day, the kind of day in which, when you’re finished pegging the washed laundry on one end of the line, it is already dry on the first end.

 July. These summer months show little mercy upon us, hiding in the shade and longing for the sweet rumor of a cold stream in which to dip our feet. The stream is just down the hill, and I’m pretty sure that’s where we’ll head to pretty soon.

But this summer has also been a very busy time. Watering the garden isn’t a forgiving task, but it’s a rewarding one for sure. The tomatoes, aubergines and peppers get riper by the day, and in the meanwhile we’ve been harvesting zucchinis, turnips and carrots, beetroots and different salads, and an abundance of green beans. The flowers greet us every day: yarrow, nasturtiums, calendulas, borage, snapdragons, paperflowers, cosmos and the first sunflowers make for a colourful good morning when me and J walk down to the garden every morning before breakfast.


We’ve also welcomed two little chickens into our family, a typical portuguese breed called Pedrês, conveniently named Ofélia and Maria-Luísa.




 Has been the arrival of this truck, the wood deliver for our roof! There is one main beam in eucalyptus, 30 rafters in chestnut, and insulation. Sam has been pretty busy every day for the last couple of weeks, skinning and sanding each rafter. It’s a hard, seemingly-endless work, I tell you! We’ve had friends coming and helping, which has been wonderful – and gives us that being-at-home feeling. Friends, community, helping out whenever one can.

 It will be good to have this work done, so we can start putting the roof together. The walls are raised, the floor is finished (heep heep!), and before passing on to anything else, the roof needs to be on place.


 Dear friends, have a magical summer, the fullness of the year.  I shall return soon.


{Wearing the raddest, most feel-good t-shirt from my friend Roaming Soul Apothecary}

Wood whittlers for a day

Communities are rich places. Especially when everybody is so different. 

We are thankful to be part of a community of folks who are so deeply passionate about their things. Some people are really good at house building, others are sourdough masters; some can understand how electricity works like no one else, while others know exactly just what it takes for a goat to be healthy. Not to mention, the amazing baker up the hill or the crocheter on the other side of the hill (yes, I mean you, Jaymie).


On a sunny day, we gathered with Jaymie and Marlley around good food, cardamom coffee and Yoav, who for me is pretty much the epitome of wood carving, for an introduction to carving. We did (ehm, attempted to do) spoons, coat hangers and Jaymie even made some crochet hooks!

And now, I'll let these few pictures speak for themselves.


By the way, these cups are tots carved by him too!


Here's to more skill trading, bonfires and good friends!

Wishing you all a happy and creative March!