The Garden of Good and Evil, Redux...

The seedlings are planted. I've yet to order more seed from Diggers, it always overwhelms me a little - I want a packet of everything, and three each of all the plants! One day, when I win lotto right? For now, though, I am most happy with my little 'plot', though I can't help but covet a wee picket fence to keep the girls out, and to give it that cottage kitchen garden feel.


We planted some strawberries and basil under the lemon tree, it looks ever so pretty now, and will only look better when they 'grow up'. So far, everything has their heads up, and you can almost watch the rainbow chard, spinach and silver beet grow. And I can't wait for the snow peas - delish in stir fry. Mouth is watering. The nectarine is in flower now too - a sure sign spring has almost sprung...



How I love stone fruit, let me count the ways...
The girls are well and truly at home now, and I get at least one egg a day. They get crazy excited when they hear someone come home, running up and down the side of the hen house clucking 'let us out'. They're really such a joy! They totally dig the whole dust-bath thang (and apparently a-wet-dirt-almost-mud bath is just as much fun, but three times the mess), but insist on doing it together, in as small a space as possible. What can I say?

Looks like some mutant two-chrysanthemum headed chook, huh?

Well hey there. Yup, I've a new blog. My computer and Typepad wouldn't play nice, so I am trying out blogspot for a while. If/when I can get the Typepad Blog back up and running, I think I will keep it for my macabre side, and post all the gardening and non-creepy crafting on this blog. We'll see how it pans out, anyhoo. So. How are you? First posts are always so awkward, huh? Like meeting somone for the first time. Awkward silences, talking over the top of each other when you finally think of something to say. Laughing too loudly at stupid things that aren't even funny. Well come on, relax, guy, make yourself at home, there's some uber-comfy cushions on the lounge, squish one behind your back or under your butt, breathe deeply from the herbal tea I've just poured you and savour it's floral sweetness, listen to the tiny bell-like noises the Red Head finches make as they hop around on the veranda looking for scattered seed. We've got lots of catching up to do!