A new old beginning

Last week I decided to change my domain name. You know how it goes, you get a bright idea and figure it’ll be easy to put into action?

Nope. Nopenopenopenopenopenope.

Consequently, my old posts are unpublished…they’re in there, but I can’t get to them. I’ve put things back the way they were a little bit, but it’s going to take me some time and patience to restore the posts. Time is in short supply when babies need cuddling through their leaps, so it’ll happen when I get to it, rather than being a priority.

And that’s what I’ve spent some of my free time in the last week doing – trying to fix my mess. Oh well, at least I got an interesting learning experience out of it!

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Garden

 

When I moved into this house, a fixer upper that needs a lot of work in the temperate clay plains of suburban South Australia, I had grand plans for a vegetable garden. My partner at the time helped me, and we planted out tomato and capsicum seedlings directly into the clay soil underneath an immense gum tree. Our dogs dug the garden up, the soil was no where near welcoming to the plants and I learned some things.

Next I tried pots. Potted plants are fantastic if you have them in a good soil blend and you remember to water them. I’m forgetful and didn’t have good soil, and I learned more.

I replaced a boundary fence and was left with a pile of corrugated iron; I decided to build no-dig garden beds. I bought flashing from the hardware store and drilled holes in the fence sheets, built garden beds and filled them with soil from the local sand and metal yard, pea straw and manure, shredded paper and cardboard. I watered them carefully, learning to dodge spiders in the dark, and for the first time I had success growing something other than aloe vera (truthfully, when growing up I lost a cactus to neglect).

The next year I was given irrigation hosing by my aunt, and patched together a little irrigation system for my raised beds. I bought chickens and surrounded the plants in the beds with chicken wire because they kept stealing my kale. I grew okra and tomatoes, and was given a Muscovy duck.

I met Pete and together, we re-arranged the raised garden beds and he used his ex-plumbing supplier know how to help me understand my garden better. He built a coop for the chickens as they were finding ways past the chicken wire (our largest girl Oswin is also our most cunning thief). One day we’d love to move to a larger property, but for now we’re experimenting in our little garden and growing as much as we can.

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