Fencing is my least favourite job. But BooBoo is always happiest outside with me. Ton is not fond of fencing because he hates loud noises (especially when I am driving in the fencing posts with the post bommy-knocker thingy) and he will always race… Continue Reading “Building fences with BooBoo”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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… Continue Reading “Wild Flower Garden”
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… Continue Reading “A Beautiful Bottom”