Hot lazy days. Gardening gets you away from the computer. The smells of earth, compost, straw, fresh basil and tomatoes. Visits by Maria and Aanya and young Rufus from Balmain. Gilbert from Dulwich Hill arrives with a bike trailer, self sufficient, intent on scent. Installs a curry tree, a lemongrass border. Surprises: sunflowers growing themselves. Diego takes to the mowing. Some sort of animal helping itself to the tomatoes. Too many radishes, thin them out. Watermelons starting to emerge. Mustard greens gone to seed, shake them in a bucket, gather the seeds, plant them again in old cardboard toilet rolls. A new blackboard for local communication.
It has been raining again, another wet moon, January promise to be no exception, more to come in the next weeks.
This is marvelous news for our gardens, and not so much for other areas where the downpours gained remarkable proportions..
The gardens, the parks, the streets and gutters all sport impressive growth.
Me and Lucas had a season’s break, while the whole campus at SCA shut down during the holiday.
To ensure a happy garden on our return we installed an automatic watering system, so that a minimal survival amount would be delivered.
But then it just kept reining, regularly, on intervals no longer then 10/15 days.
All the better for Tending, whose auspicious beginning brought potatoes, tomatoes, plenty of mustard greens and even unexpected peas from the mulch!
The new year is starting, and the garden seems keen.
As a side development we acquired a push mower, in attempt to manage some areas and harvest green manure. I requested to leave one little corner untouched, un-mowed, unrestrained, for the good of the complexities.
Here I am, believe or not, mowing the grass>>