Good, Clean Fun

It's been a long time brewing. But finally I have a garden just about busy enough to work in and write about. It's a little less wild and eclectic than the old place (see, I'm already calling it 'the OLD place').


 So, I don't have the good fortune of pre-loved garden to coax and mend like before. There is not much evidence of any gardening inkling in this backyard. The few things I could ascertain about the previous tenant of this place were that  a.) s/he owned a frustrated dog (the only evidence of this: a bare cracked patchy lawn, fossilised dog poos, a well-worn path around the edge of the yard) and that  b.) s/he must've been the indoors type). But there are great things about starting with nothing. No, wait, starting with blagh. Turning blagh into something is almost more rewarding than having a pre-loved garden to start from. 


We're four months on since arriving here and there is now some thick, patchless lawn; lush, fruiting nectarine tree; two composting bins (sigh); pots of herbs and flowers; a wheelbarrow (partly positioned for aesthetic value - see pic below ), bags of poo (possibly also of some aesthetic value.....see pic below) and 2 long rectangular vegie boxes full of yummy things. 


Despite my aversion to symmetry in gardens,  I've settled quite happily with my two giant rectangles of vegie box joy. With full sunlight reaching only one half of the (rectangle-shaped yard) and the limited time/resources available, it was easier to forge ahead with boxes rather than trying to err...locate bendable wooden planks to make more adventurous shapes.  


Today was a day like I used to have. Hours of pottering - thanks largely to two glorious events: a delivery this week of TEN BAGS OF POO to my driveway. And the historic successful harvesting of Rochford Garlic: Generation 2!


 And what more could we want after a sticky sunny day of planting, feeding and mulching? A night of stormy rain. aw cripes.