This evening I’ve had the greatest loveliest experience. Sitting in an old walled orchard watching the first performance of three seasons. An amazing experience to see something that has been in my head for so many years being performed in front of me. Slightly out of body and very pleasant.
My sincerest thanks to everyone involved, musicians, film and sound people, cello & chair carriers alike. I hope no one suffers from too many insect bites.
Really looking forward to seeing the finished video but in the mean time here are a few stills from this evening.
Three seasons will be played at the Cultivation Field Exhibition in Reading throughout June so pop along and see what’s going on. I’ll post a copy of the piece here after the exhibition.
After a fine collection of seed from the Russet, Tommy Knight and Cornish Mother back in September only four of them germinated. In previous years I’ve had 80% germination so no idea what happened there. So here are the four new members of the orchestra.
The older seedlings are doing well, really need to find a patch of land to turn into an orchard.
I’ve had a long standing hate of leaf blowers, their seemingly pointless existence and insistent drone. They sway and wander the landscape in small packs whining up and down paths pursuing these offending leaves and they always seem to do it whilst I’m delivering a lecture, in a tutorial or on the phone.
But many things create noise, many things disrupt my day to day goings on so why does the leaf blower offend so. I’ve pondered these beasts for years trying to answer this question. I’ve tried applying various modes of musical analysis to the problem. Orchestras of leaf blowers, ambient recordings mixed with road sweepers, brooms and brushes, even a giant plastic tube organ powered by leaf blowers. Obviously none of this helped but the musing led me to wonder. Why does the leaf blower exist? Why do we need to blow leaves when brooms work perfectly well? This even led me to question the existence of my beloved chainsaw and lawnmower. Soon I was having an extensional crisis on behalf of my tools?
What did it all mean.?!!
So why do we need to move the leaf, trim the grass or chop down a tree? The tree question is easy to answer, the wood fuels the burner to keep the family warm and cook the food. The grass and the leaf are more difficult. The grass could grow and become hay or just long grass. The leaf could be left to rot down and become soil. But no! the aesthetic of a ‘good’ garden is for trim lines, rows of flowers, hedges, plants and order. And this we are told will be beautiful. We have a huge industry based around making out gardens look…. nice.
Roger Deakin writes about the merits of scything his meadow. No ringing in his ears at the end of a days work. Just the exhaling sweeps of the blade. Surely I can chop the tree down with an axe.
The truth is we like the job to be easy. The internal combustion engine has made most jobs easier and quicker, using less man power which we consider to be more efficient. This attitude will be our downfall. The leaf blower is a noisy reminder of the futile struggle we’ve forced ourselves into with our environment and we do this with fossil fuels. The drive for efficiency and environmental control is undoing our perceived good work.
The leaf blower is a mirror that demands my attention. Reminds me of my laziness. The hate of leaf blowers is really a self loathing at the excuse of ‘not enough time’. So now the grass is getting longer and next time the woodpile gets low I’ll invite some friends over with axes.
10 steps to blow a leaf
- Lay dead sea creatures over seabed.
- Cover with sediment and apply pressure.
- Make oil rig
- Float oil rig into the North Sea
- Drill hole
- Pump oil to Scotland for refining/separating
- Drive petrol from Scotland to Cornish petrol station.
- Drive to petrol station to fill up the leaf blower
- Drive back to offending path and start engine.
- Blow leaf from point A to point B.