Thursday, July 30, 2015


 I wouldn't call it a lot of progress but I did pull the weeds from these lavender beds near the shed today.
Didn't make much of a difference it would seem in the pictures but in real life it looks much better and I don't have to look at the kikuyu strangling the plants (for the time being) and feel guilty. It was lovely outdoors today. A nice winter sun that warms but doesn't burn. Warm enough to go down to short sleeves after a little bit of exertion.

Well, it's another job crossed off the list. Tomorrow we might be taking the day off and going for a jaunt but maybe not. Depends if we are in a tourist mood or not. At the moment I'm opting for home. But, tomorrow is another day. Thanks Katie Scarlett.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A list

It's a good thing to have a list. I'm probably definitely guilty of having too many lists but who cares? Not me. My big list at them moment is jobs to get done this month while Tim is on annual leave from work. I'm a dreamer, I write long lists with ridiculous workloads on them but you never know.

Here it is:
  • top up soil around cumquat
  • mow entry
  • mow orchard
  • buy and plant 6 lavenders
  • weed tins in orchard
  • mow driveway
  • mow new orchard
  • duck pen
  • chook pen
  • weed tins near shed
  • mow front
  • mow back
  • rose garden
  • herb garden
  • herb garden path
  • paint tanks
  • mow veg   never ending job done twice since I wrote the list
  • tidy compost heaps
  • mow back garden
  • pull weeds in paddock
  • front garden
  • seeds- in progress
  • new gate
  • new side garden
And that's just outdoors.

I'll work on the inside list for his next annual leave. It's just easier to get a lot of these jobs done when there are two fulltime workers.

Other lists seen floating around- my daily chores, shopping list, letters to write, books to read. It goes on.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Talking to myself

What a strange feeling to actually click the compose button again after almost two months absence. Even stranger that I remembered what to do. Even stranger still, I am talking to myself. Well I am until I decide to press that button that lets the world back in again. It will happen I'm sure and most likely sooner rather than later. I'm an introvert with lots to say after all.

I haven't even looked at any blogs until yesterday. Probably because if I looked and read then I would realise how much I was missing. 
Life here carries on blog or no blog and truly things don't change all that much or very quickly. We are expecting big changes next year but that's a story for another day or another place away from eyes that really shouldn't be reading this.
Since the last time I wrote, the garden has slowed down, the farm has slowed to winter's pace too. There has been some snow which never fails to delight. Not here anyway. We have had visitors come and go. I've written so many letters that my arm is protesting. And we have all become addicted to Master Chef. It's a sad state of affairs when you are addicted to television cooking competitions. It does make one want to be more adventurous in the kitchen though and that's a good thing... usually. Not all cooking experiments are winners.
Now it's time to bake. No experiments today, lunch boxes need something in them tomorrow. A banana fruit loaf, some chocolate biscuits and a batch of muesli/granola for Tim's breakfasts (he goes through it too quickly).