Village life (and death) and other random acts

Recently, after the church bell rings out nine times, telling us it's nine o'clock, the bells continue.  Another funeral.  They seem to happen in batches.  Groups of people dressed in black walk up to the church, carrying flowers.

 R is very good at using the market.  He came back with a pineapple and some carapao, and spinach and coriander.  Shopping locally is good for everyone.  Less fuel wasted and local shops stay open, and people walk, and talk to each other.
We sit upstairs in our sunny room and look out over the goats on the hill, and the rooftops of our neighbours, and feel the heat of the day beginning.  Yes, summer is a coming in.  The hills are beginning to turn brown and dust rises up on the tracks. 
Today, up at the land, we noticed smoke in a valley south of us.  A helicopter vaiantly doused it over and over again.  A siren was heard in the distance.  The bombeiros on their way.  This is the season when we all have to be vigilant and careful.  A dropped cigarette could mean disaster.
I had a very satisfying day moving the compost heap.  First I had to decide where to move it to.  It was a bit too close to the bender and the earthbag building site.  Wafts of rotting fruit and vege were beginning to impinge.  So I carted it off to the bottom of the garden, where all good compost heaps should be.  I made the heap by piling old rafters up in logcabin pattern and then fill it with twigs then straw, then all the rest including more straw and horse shit.  It's looking really good.  I used a wheelbarrow load of the black gold for a patch of ground that I had just cleared of potatoes.
Later, after the intense heat of the day eased, we did a bit more of the earth bagging.  We are now on the fith row.  I will soon need a ladder to get up on the wall.
Finally, I am thinking about design.  Maybe I should/could actually design the garden in a permaculture way.
It is my habit to just do something and then do something else and stick a bit of this here and then a bit of that there.  Random acts.