Open Events - come & meet us!
If you're interested in finding out more about what we do, we will be running a number of open events over the next few months.
Drop-in sessions at Baulcombes Barn
Farmer and therapist Owena Lewis will be offering taster sessions on her smallholding at Hamsey.
If you might be interested, drop Emma an email flourishlewes@gmail.com
Lewes Community Allotment Open Drop-in Sessions
Our regular open sessions at the Lewes Community Allotment take place on the last Saturday of every month from 2-4pm, from March-November. We're based up the Nevill.
Meet co-ordinator Sarah Rideout, have a tour of the allotment, see if you might be interested in coming along regularly to spend some time outside, learning about gardening and growing food in good company.
Contact Sarah on flourishloap@gmail.com
Poems about Baulcombes Barn, Hamsey by 'everglades'
Gathering Sheep, November 2015
What do you see,
when I hold my hand to you,
through your world wary, slip-shot eyes?
Is it my demeanour,
or the smell of my mortality
that makes you shy away?
Nothing sits right,
my mind tortured
by its fractured wrongness.
Yet in your simplicity
I seem, perhaps, whole!
Sharing spaciousness
you follow,
I follow,
we follow.
Our mutual path
binds us.
Penned in
your trust swells me –
Your stillness offers out
that I am part of that ‘Same’, as you.
by everglades
Written following weekly visits to Owena’s farm during autumn 2015.
To Cassie and Tallulah, February 2013
Stand,
filled with freshness,
alert to your surroundings.
What is it you are saying
with your wide eyes
and ready mouth?
You,
I,
We have so little shared,
Yet what it is you have,
I would die for.
Your needs, instant and direct,
grounded as you are
in the very ‘Now’ of life.
Your rested mind watching
as Time rolls his trials
before you.
You are loved;
Held in the infinity
of Nature’s embrace.
Loved for the essence
that shakes from your mane,
clatters from your hooves.
Loved for your wholeness,
your strength,
your purity.
Loved for your hurry
and your pause.
Tomorrows hold no torture
to your heart,
Weakened as they are
by your wide wonder
and ready acceptance.
Hope, turns her head
towards you,
and smiles.
You,
I,
We have so little shared
Yet what it is you have,
I would die for!
by everglades
Written during a long stay in Langley Green hospital, following leaving home. She says, "Weekly visits to Owena’s farm were a lifeline".
Last session (for now!) at Baulcombes Barn
It was a pleasure to go along last week to Owena's last session this year to spend the morning with the group from Bluebell House. The last time I went it was pouring with rain, but despite it being November, it was dry, mild and pleasant weather. Muddy underfoot though, so wellies were essential.
We fed the chickens, including the fluffy-legged cockerels and the friendly Mrs Whitey (pictured), then we walked across the fields and along the paths past the sheep to feed some quinces we'd found to the pigs, Happy and Lucky can be seen tasting one above. Some of the group then groomed the horses, Frankie the foal (Cath can be seen stroking his nose), and the mares Tallulah (being groomed by Sue, above) and Foxy. Glenne and I had the less glamorous job of cleaning the horse manure piles from the field with a wheelbarrow.
We then went back to the Barn for some tea and fantastic animal-themed cake made by Claire as well as delicious apple cake made by Tracey.
Looking forward to seeing everyone again in the New Year, if not before.