Up the back of a lovely old house, on a hill in Mirimar, in Wellington, New Zealand – is a wild garden. Wild.
You could get lost in this garden. So I did. (You can tell I am talking to my middle sister on the phone in that picture. My back is very straight. You have to keep your wits about you when talking to the Middle Sister.)
While I was talking Senior son took Camera House for a walk. We did a lot of gardening yesterday.
I can see that there will be more gardening in my future. Plus a lunch date with Middle Sister.
News from the farm is comforting so far. Jake tells me that all is well. The chickens are laying, the baby chicks are growing, Sheila is being taken for walks, and Tima is looking fat. The calves are growing. The dogs are behaving and all the cats are accounted for. The Lady Vet tells me that Queenie is not bred which is not so good, I am now on the hunt for a bull for her to visit. Today Jake is going to sidle up to the peahens, who refuse to give up sitting, and he will gently take all their eggs away. Hopefully this will get them moving again.
I am getting to the stage where I am almost ready to get home again. After a week with my children we will be on our way.
I hope you are all having a lovely day. I am happy in the city garden.