Sunday in the Garden

Gibbo played cricket today; Meg is at the coast; Drew is still feeling the after effects of a week of partying. I spent most of the day re-arranging chooks and cleaning up in the permaculture garden. I've been neglecting it a little in all the chaos lately.

Remember how I said I can grow really good carrot tops but wasn't too sure about what went on underground. Well this is what was going on. I think I'll give up on the carrots - I can buy them for 80 cents a bag at the fruit shop in town.

 The recent lettuce plantings went to seed almost immediately.

 The eschallots always do well.

 The Asian greens.

 The bok choy (or pak choy, can't remember now).

 Lemons.

 Unfortunately, I didn't take a before shot. I ruthlessly pulled out the pumpkins that were growing wild. They had completely covered two paths and I couldn't walk around freely to get to the stations. After planting 8 pumpkins on purpose I figured I didn't need the three wild ones after all. Everything is much neater now.

 This is just some of the discarded pumpkin vines; I also cleaned the zucchini plants, stripping off the spent leaves and grossly overgrown zucchinis that I hadn't found time to pick.

 Pepper enjoyed the parsley and basil.

 The jersualem artichokes are poking their way through.

 The pile of pulled pumpkins........see the zucchini in the foreground? Waaayy too big.

 Millie enjoing her grain.

 I moved 24 teenagers in together today. I love to see them mixing, all different colours.

 I'm especially keen to see how this one turns out; the colour combination is one I haven't seen before.

 We finished the day with a rainbow and a sprinkling of rain. How lovely.

Walking at The Bunyas

Gibbo and I went to the Bunya's yesterday morning, planning on doing the Barker Creek walk but discovered, when we got there, that a landslide was blocking part of the track. So we walked as far as the slip then backtracked. We took BLT wraps for lunch and a thermos of tea. It was a very nice way to spend a morning.

WARNING: Sometimes I take really crappy photos - you are about to see some of them.

I asked her not to take a photo of my too short long pants but she did anyway. These are the pants I ran my first ever Bridge to Brisbane in way back in September 2003. Nobody knew I was doing it except my family and Angela.

 I'd really like one of these - I prefer this environment to a beach environment.

 He has a problem with authority and was sorely tempted. I am more of a "keeper of the rules" so I talked him out of it ("well it says ALL access prohibited, no entry - what do you think that means?").

 I took the magnifier lens and took some questionable shots. I've deleted many more than you see here.