This week we will be pondering on how best to squeeze some more life out of the budget...or at least inject some more life into it. We have a gruelling regime for our income which is very pleasing however am very conscious that "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy". Some time back, we agreed to put aside a little money each week to do some fun stuff and take some short weekend trips away on a more regular basis. This was to ensure we did not both turn into boring gits! It has worked well and we have managed to take off for the weekend quite a few times over the last 12 months, replenishing our sanity and equilibrium whilst still being frugal. It is fun to pull over into a rest stop by the road, whip out the gas stove and brew up a coffee and some porridge for breakfast (all for just pennies).
|First flowers on the tomatoes|
|Cauliflowers progressing well|
|Kent pumpkin seedlings grew some more this week|
|Citrus blossoms everywhere|
The first flowers are starting to appear on the tomatoes and the lemon tree this week. Although we are still in the clutches of winter there are definite indicators of spring. We have also been wondering why the hens have been going through twice as much food as normal. This morning I sat in the garden chair and watched the hens for about an hour with my coffee - a reconnaissance mission really. Hmmmm, I now know why we are going through so much hen feed....every bloomin' bird in the neighbourhood is feeding off the hen's food. I counted no less than 30 birds visiting the hens this morning and helping themselves to their food. Now, I am happy to share, but this situation is just nuts! I might have to invest in a different type of feeder....anyway, my thinking cap is on.
|The beautiful paperbark tree|
on our boundary fence
|The enclosed verandah|
where we have all our feasts
It has rained solidly all week, so the hens are pretty desperate to be let out onto the lawn - but this will need to be a supervised affair otherwise my vegetables will be decimated. Seriously, why do the hens ignore the entire lawn full of juicy bugs and seeds and run straight to my cauliflowers? Oh, you should see me....I open the hen's gate and then it is a mad race between seven agile hens and one rolly-polly bloke to the vegetable patch! (puff puff). They always beat me by half a squawk and manage to each take a mouthful of cauliflower leaf by the time I appear around the corner like a wheezing asthmatic hippopotamus using my last desperate gasp to squeeze out a feeble "Shoo!". I shall stand armed with my coffee as the girls run and flap from one delight to the other - but just not my vegetables. I do love my hens - just not their naughty ways.
|The little 'darlings'.|
|I let the chooks loose on this|
compost pile to give it a final
dig over. It is now ready to turn
into wonderful potting mix.
My weed fertiliser is still brewing in the bucket in the shed. I checked it again this morning and nearly heaved at the smell. How can something that smells so utterly vile work so wonderfully well in the garden. I brew it in the shed so the neighbours do not think that the smell is a rotting corps in a shallow grave in my backyard - I do not want to awake one morning with police crime-scene tape around my house. Goodness me.
|Weeds and water three weeks ago - it has been brewing quietly.|
|The smell from hell! |
What a wonderful FREE fertiliser.
Have a super weekend folks - stay nice.