278 Worcester street was a wonderful brick cottage m university boyfriend and I attempted to rent. Luckily we didn’t get it - the relationship and building both collapsed. The back of the house was a sanctuary created by a divine shady willow tree. This willow hid the small shack that was occupied by a street person post quake. We did not meet said person but the tender tidiness they respected their temporary home with was touching. Evidence pointed to a vast and varied occupation with different posters and tags decorating the walls. These fields hosted borage, fennel, comfrey, forget me not and of course many more flora and fauna.
Coralie told me about this site. She lived here during the earthquakes and they camped outside in the recent aftermath to avoid the danger. It really was an abundant wonderland full of nourishing food and medicine. Rocket, artichoke, elderberry, fennel, lemon balm, calendula, cleavers.
It had a bathtub in the back that was heated by fire. A sure soothing sanctuary in the post quake conundrum. A fig tree also grew at the back of the property. It succeeded in fruiting because it grew in front of a north facing brick wall. The radiant warmth ripened the fruit, season upon season.
I had my eyes on this site for a long long while for it was on my home street Springfield road. It was behind a cyclone fence so it took me a while to build up the courage to jump fence. Wonders abound awaited. We harvested parsnip, feverfew, whit loaf, oregano, vetch, parsley, fennel and made bouquets of lavender and freesia.
Mira, Nick and I ventured here to film a foraging escapade. I am unsure where these homes are. Somewhere along the river. We spent hours walking over the clover fields in between humanless houses to find special, secret overgrown gardens.