It’s a wintry afternoon here in Melbourne and I have no demos booked this weekend. A good opportunity to hunker down inside and do a few jobs that I’ve been putting off. The heating’s on and the dogs are snoring and I should be doing something practical and constructive but instead I’m here, tapping away on the keyboard.
I may’ve mentioned that my sister has also decided to become a thermomix consultant. I had a postponement last night so I was snoozing in front of the tv when my phone rang. She made her first sale!!! I’m really proud of her. Anyway, back to the weekend…
Bertie likes napping on the Kiki Mariko rug I made a couple of years ago.
The gerls would no doubt like to try the same experience, but I object to chook poo in the house.
The pomegranate tree outside the chook pen is starting to bud up. So are my plum trees in the front yard.
The peas in the driveway wicking bed are even more insane than last week. Pods are starting to form.
The gerls were following me around in the hopes I’d start dislodging earth and finding worms for them. Pudgy is about to start pruning the overhanging pea plants. She and Hazel are tall enough to realise that there’s green things in them thar wicking beds.
Remember the poor waterlogged pineapple sage pot? Last weekend I plonked it here, under the fig tree, with strategically placed anti-chook wood to give the poor thing a fighting chance. I gave it a wicked prune and now it’s up to the gods of sage to see if it lives or dies. I figure sage doesn’t like to get too wet, so if it’s competing with a 30 foot fig tree for water then the last thing it’ll have to worry about is having too much water.
The asparagus is up! It ranges from big fat huge spears (the one in the middle is nearly as tall as my good self) and scrawny little spears that are obviously from the seed I planted last year. I’ve decided to leave it all grow undisturbed, even though it’s almost certain that the large spears are from mature crowns I also planted last year. I’ll let them do their thing for another year and then I’ll start attacking them. (mmmmm)
Here’s a shot of the 3m long wicking bed under the boys’ bedroom window. I’ve been placing mashed up kitchen scraps directly into the soil as well as in the worm feeding station, so the soil has had a huge influx of organic material since its horrible beginnings when it had a ph of 10. It’s looking pretty good for a bed in the middle of winter, doesn’t it?
The final photo isn’t pretty, but it’s a shot of my tomato, coriander and capsicum seeds I sowed last weekend. The kitchen window faces west and it’s my usual place to pop seeds to germinate but this cold snap wouldn’t be all that encouraging. I don’t own a greenhouse, but I thought that a plastic bag over the top would do the same thing. It seems to be working so far.
And here’s a final gift:
A guy at work sent this to all the English teachers. Writing tips from 30 great writers. Worth a read.