Sunday evening I was sitting at the kitchen table, my fingers were flying over the keys which was surprising, as only 10 minutes prior I had been contemplating closing the lid of the laptop in disgust, the words just weren’t coming. Zip! That was before the backyard had suddenly filled with clouds of smoke.
It seemed one of our neighbours had lit a substantial fire trying to eradicate gorse. Interesting, did I tell you it was very windy? Of course being concerned and a tad nosy, it wasn’t long before I was clambering over several fences to get to a view point, swaying uncontrollably on some wires and wondering what damages I was going to be heading home with. A face plant at one stage looked imminent.
But no, yours truly was certainly not going to give up, especially when I saw my neighbour Vicki sprinting up the hill, her hair cascading in the wind.
Well the good news is I manoeuvred all the fences, chatted with Vick about the stupidity of some people, all while watching smoke billowing and burnt bits floating skyward. I got home unscathed smelling much like BBQ ribs, but just in time to hear the reassuring sound of fire trucks.
New neighbours, red faces.
Frog Pond reflections
Needless to say it’s spring in NZ and our gardens are growing, trees are showing off their greenery, ducks are waddling about with their ducklings in tow, spring flowers are bursting bright, the loquat tree is smothered in fruit … and at long last, I have replenished a couple of raised beds with homemade compost.
Organic seedlings have been poked into the dirt – think, herbs, salad veg, beetroot, chilli and an array of flowers, I love my blooms, but then so do the bugs and bees. I have strewn about gypsum to condition the soil, rok solid (fertiliser), coffee grounds and loads of TLC and encouragement.
No help in the garden .. but handsome
Just for Robyn …
Scarlett runner and purple king beans have been shoved into the soil next to the trellis, and heirloom toms are now showing off in a cleared bed happy in their new home which they are sharing with basil, parsley, marigolds and salvia.
We went to Melbourne a few weeks back for the wedding of a very special friend. She tied the knot (where does that expression hail from I wonder) with her beau in the lovely Yarra Valley. A beautiful wedding.
Trust me I don’t feel confident taking pics of people and no surprises when there isn’t one decent pic of the groom! Sorry Euan ..
And to finish … we had a little visitor who loved feeding our friend’s lambs!