Skinflint Sunday: reuse, replant, recycle.


Yesterday, as part of David2’s quest to earn spending money for his upcoming trip to the US, he worked on preparing the veggie garden. First, he potted up bits of the massive Aloe Vera plant that the fencing guys dug up and threw away. This plant is so handy to have around. A couple of times I’ve burned myself while cooking and you just race out, break off a piece and rub the gooey gel inside the leaf onto the burn. It stops the ouch and also heals it. Wonderful plant. Sadly, I left it to languish on the ground for nearly a month before David2 replanted it, but it’s a desert plant. It’ll be right! (Fingers crossed.)

The veggie garden that will be housing the summer plantings has a HUGE lavender bush in it. Or it did. David2 dug it out and planted part of it in the chook pen:


… and I planted a stumpy little bit next to the other half of the veggie garden.


It’s the twiggy thing next to the brick on the right. I like having the lavender there because it attracts bees to the garden, which helps the plants. I also adore the smell of lavender. We put the big plant in the chook pen, because they liked lying underneath the old plant and the pen will need some greenery. The grass is starting to get a bit sparse in there…

Then David2 decided that the pittosporum in the veggie patch “was taking up valuable space” and needed to go. That tree has been there for 8 years and was around 9 foot tall. All he  had was the little axe, which as you may recall is so blunt that it couldn’t even effectively chop a chicken’s head off. But undeterred, he began.


It stands next to a REALLY established tree that will be staying put. First, David2 stripped off the lower branches, closely watched by Buffy.


Then he began. There were woodchips flying everywhere. It was intense. It was insane. It was manly.


A couple of times work had to stop, due to interruptions from dogs or chickens. This is also manly.


Then he’d resume. The worry was that when it fell, it could crash on my new fence. That wouldn’t have made me very happy. That’s why there’s no photo documenting the actual moment of the tree toppling. I was in there helping to wrangle it away from the danger zone.


Here it comes out the door.


Ryan3 then spent a happy couple of hours methodically stripping the small branches from the trunk. “It’s better than doing homework,” he said. The boys plan to dry out the wood and use it on the fireplace they’ve got set up, while I’ll cut up the small branches and use them for mulch.


Look at the small black flowers that were on the tree. Eight years, and I’ve never noticed them before.

Also on things garden related… on Thursday David2 and I went to a nursery where we bought a lot of seedlings and plants. The seedlings came home in a cardboard box, which I popped out on the back porch late that night, intending to collapse it and put it in the recycling bin the next day. But I couldn’t. Someone found a use for it.


Maris got into the box at around 10AM and stayed there all day. Literally all day. It must have soaked up the sun and been like a warm doona. It didn’t matter what was going on around her… she stayed put until late afternoon.

I’ve left it there for her again today. Reuse before you recycle… that’s got to be a good thing.

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6 Responses to Skinflint Sunday: reuse, replant, recycle.

  1. maybaby says:

    My daughter approves of the manly photos. She’s always happy to see a certain dreadlocked charmer show up on this blog.

  2. Pixie says:

    what an industrious man you have there!!!!

    LOL on the cat and the box!!!typical!

  3. Mare says:

    Your boys have good hearts. That’s important these days.

  4. Jayne says:

    Typical cat lol.

  5. Ellen says:

    With all that help it looks like things are taking shape really fast. My ex-bats aspire to be just like Buffy when their feathers finally come through.

  6. Scott says:

    I love how David2 had to stop for the animals!

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