Tag: gardening

SOMETHING WILD AND NEW

ONE DROP MEADOW. My son the film maker has quit his day job, and following his dream, has begun a series of UTubes about the transformation of his Wellington, New Zealand garden from jungle to paradise. One Drop Meadow.

THE LINE UP

POPPY’S Six are growing like weeds. They were three weeks old yesterday and I am in no hurry to wean them so they will continue to grow like weeds. 

THE HARBINGER SPRINGITH

Buds on the bushes! And green in the garden. I think spring us here. Have a look!

WILDCARD GARDEN

By the end of Autumn John usually has the glass house planted and producing but this year there have been interruptions to some of the familial rhythms.  So I decided to take the bull by the horns and plant a wild card garden. 

MISTY STILL DAY

Right this minute – it is 5.23am  -it is 53F/11C, really warm. And wet, sopping all over, really wet, wet air and wet ground and wet all around. I can hear water dripping off the eaves into the gardens and the water barrel. 

PUMPKIN PIG

WAI LOVES PUMPKIN

Wild Flower Garden

The wild flowers have begun to get all blowsy and over blown – going to seed  – with traces of last nights makeup and tired feet from dancing.  My plan was to fence it off and put the cows in there but I am…

A Beautiful Bottom

I don’t mean these bottoms, though there is a lot to be said for a nice round fluffy chicken bottom. And I won’t say chicks bottom because I don’t want to give the search engines the wrong impression.  I mean this bottom. (Below)  Wai…

On the verandah

Sitting on the verandah – with coffee in the morning – shucking the speckled corn so it can dry just a little further before we grind it into flour.  This is one of the Indian corns an old heirloom corn,  so I will be…

Making Ravioli

Yesterday Chicago John drove down from the city to help us make ravioli for the freezer. This is an old family tradition and he came armed with the filling and the flour, his rollers and molds. Everything we needed. My chickens supplied the eggs…

Life’s criss cross

As long as it does not roll its criss cross over me!! The gardens are full. We go out picking for our dinner every evenng. Alissa is good at this. Foraging.   Wai slept under his sheet just a bit more than usual yesterday….

Sunday from Monday

And today being Monday  we look back on Sunday which was a gloriously sunny gardening day until the clouds rolled in and it rained buckets again.  So far this summer we have had torrential downpours every week.  Sometimes two or three a week.  …