April 14. 2014
It has been a heavenly
day. The sort of day that makes you feel like a king as you work around on the
land. It is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine being anywhere better. The
autumn sun now slants into our house filling it with golden light and shatters
into rainbows as it passes through the high louvered glass. The grass has grown
enough that I could mow it into an even look this afternoon, and with fire
restrictions lifted, we have been able to burn all the pile of blackberries and
other waste that the school and the wwoofers assembled into a big bonfire below
the old water tank.
day. The sort of day that makes you feel like a king as you work around on the
land. It is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine being anywhere better. The
autumn sun now slants into our house filling it with golden light and shatters
into rainbows as it passes through the high louvered glass. The grass has grown
enough that I could mow it into an even look this afternoon, and with fire
restrictions lifted, we have been able to burn all the pile of blackberries and
other waste that the school and the wwoofers assembled into a big bonfire below
the old water tank.
We are having a blitz
on paths. Al built a new one from the road to the big polyhouse yesterday and I
cleaned off brick patio on the down hill side of the ruins this morning. I keep
wishing my friend, Rosemary, was here to see how good the garden looks but she
is no longer able to drive and has to wait for lifts everywhere if she wants to
visit. I phoned her today and was glad to hear that like me she had enjoyed the
glorious weather in her garden.
on paths. Al built a new one from the road to the big polyhouse yesterday and I
cleaned off brick patio on the down hill side of the ruins this morning. I keep
wishing my friend, Rosemary, was here to see how good the garden looks but she
is no longer able to drive and has to wait for lifts everywhere if she wants to
visit. I phoned her today and was glad to hear that like me she had enjoyed the
glorious weather in her garden.
Pip and her parents
were working here yesterday too. They are transforming the polyhouse into a
wedding venue. Yesterday they raked out all the bark chippings that Edd has
loaded in there with Skiddy and when it looked level they experimented with
straw bale arrangements to get the most people possible seated. Al has worked
out a scheme where 12 to 14 people sit in a semicircle around a central bale
that has wood on the top so it can be a small table. Pip’s mother has sown
covers for the “seats” to stop the straw prickling anyone and Pip has screen-printed
white prayer flags to dramatise the entrance.
were working here yesterday too. They are transforming the polyhouse into a
wedding venue. Yesterday they raked out all the bark chippings that Edd has
loaded in there with Skiddy and when it looked level they experimented with
straw bale arrangements to get the most people possible seated. Al has worked
out a scheme where 12 to 14 people sit in a semicircle around a central bale
that has wood on the top so it can be a small table. Pip’s mother has sown
covers for the “seats” to stop the straw prickling anyone and Pip has screen-printed
white prayer flags to dramatise the entrance.
With all this help the
wedding preparations are going fine but farm issues are more problematic. The
two bucks, who we supplied with their own little houses in nice fenced mini
paddocks, rejected our efforts to make their lives better and broke right
through the fences to engage in a battle. They bashed each other until they
were exhausted and then lent up against each other to get their breathe back
with their sore heads propped up on each others necks. At this stage we were
able to drag them apart and chain them up so that future skirmishes would not
be possible.
wedding preparations are going fine but farm issues are more problematic. The
two bucks, who we supplied with their own little houses in nice fenced mini
paddocks, rejected our efforts to make their lives better and broke right
through the fences to engage in a battle. They bashed each other until they
were exhausted and then lent up against each other to get their breathe back
with their sore heads propped up on each others necks. At this stage we were
able to drag them apart and chain them up so that future skirmishes would not
be possible.
Today the zucchinis have
started with mildew. This seems a natural event at the end of their fruiting
season. It is actually quite fortunate because at this stage they can be
replaced, without guilt, with a new crop. The amazing thing is the lack of
silver beet. It usually sprouts up everywhere but there is not one seedling to
be found. The mizuna has returned but most of the tomatoes have still not
ripened. Funny year.
started with mildew. This seems a natural event at the end of their fruiting
season. It is actually quite fortunate because at this stage they can be
replaced, without guilt, with a new crop. The amazing thing is the lack of
silver beet. It usually sprouts up everywhere but there is not one seedling to
be found. The mizuna has returned but most of the tomatoes have still not
ripened. Funny year.
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