I have been impressed recently by the mutual self-help network that has arisen spontaneously in our little village. It has matured to the extent that there is now a Whatsapp group devoted to local goods or services wanted or offered. A bride forgets her wedding shoes and needs something finer to replace her trainers? No problem. Surplus squash for eating? Put them on the wall in front of the bar, alert the group and they'll be gone in an hour. A ride into town? When can I pick you up?
I have benefitted from an example of this recently. A pile of wood chips has been created, and offered around. After a few days when everyone has had what they need, there's still a big heap left. I'm collecting them to spread on the garden to keep the weeds down. There's about three trailer loads - plenty.
I got a load yesterday and spread it on the flower bed. Another that I got today is still in the trailer, and the last load remains as a heap, waiting to be collected later in the week.
It's a trivial example, perhaps, but it could well be that we are in for darker times, thanks to our wise politicians. This sort of thing might be key to survival.
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I had a woodchip lawn, with trees growing through the vizqueen. Worked well. A real lawn was smaller, more mowable.
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