…..till the Crappest Season of the Year is over!
You may happy dance now in anticipation if you wish.
Glass Tunnel, Soap Boxes and Shoe-cycling
My Glass Tunnel of Joy has a twin that has been languishing in the Back of the House Garden, looking wonderful but absolutely not earning its keep. Where to place it has been an issue and up until this weekend the original glass tunnel has been sufficient. But it’s nearly spring and because I’m the impatient type I’ve jumped the gun a wee bit on the planting and I was clamouring for more space.
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Corn – The First Sista
The First of the Three Sisters flounced her way into my new field today. She’s quite demanding and required earth turning and mound making. I hurt. She’s lucky she’s pretty and delicious otherwise I’d just give up and buy her from the shops.
Corn has arrived.
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A Close Encounter With a Whirlybird
Next to the farm on which we live is a massive piece of vacant land that Crazy Car Man and I often look at longingly. We have no idea why it’s vacant, but it was put to use by something other than boys on dirt bikes just recently.
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My Mum on Her Soap Box
I come from a long line of awesome, strong gorgeous women. The triumvirate of awesome is my mum, my sister and my maternal grandmother. They are (and were in the case of my Nanna) seriously fabulous women who I love and admire. They are survivors – we all are – and they survive with a smile on their face, grace in their dance through life and a practicality and backbone of steel that is truly formidable when it needs to be.
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The Ants Go Marching….
The ants go marching one by one HURRAH HURRAH
The ants go marching one by one HURRAH HURRAH
The ants go marching one by one
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down inside the plant
I remember singing this song in primary school and it immediately came to mind when I saw this….
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The Naked Egg
I live on a farm with roughly 150 free range chooks. Marge the Chook Lady, custodian of the farm’s chicken population, talks to them, compliments them, tells them they’re beautiful and occasionally shouts at them and tells them they are being greedy – this usually happens when they peck her legs trying to get her to hurry up with the food already.
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Anemone Doing the Dying Swan
I’m fascinated by the progression of growth in my barrow of flowers to be.
For all it’s going to be a multi-coloured barrow of flower hell for those who appreciate minimalism in the garden, it’s not without grace.
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Tulips of the Night
I started my new job on Monday and I’ve had to completely re-jig my garden life – no more shift work means no more early weekday afternoons taking photos in the garden. I’m going to have to learn how to use the flash on my camera!
This is my first attempt at taking photos in the evening. The flash creates attractive shadows and while it doesn’t look quite *right* I find it visually pleasing regardless.
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A Tour of My Funny Little Garden
I’ve added a Photosynth tour of my funny little garden – check it out on About.
And because I’ve finally learned how to make mosaics, I’ve created one using my phone photos.
It’s been a busy Sunday in Crazy Garden Lady Land!