Summer in this part of the world has a particular soundtrack. There is the click and ticks of the cicadas. The percussive rhythm that gives the heartbeat to the days of summer. There are the intermittent melodies of birds visiting the garden. The embellishments to the audible tapestry . . . infrequent squeals of kids … Continue reading Days of Summer
Wednesday 9th Dec. This is Red Wing. He that rules the roost in the garden at the present time. I wasn't exactly sure that the Fairy-Wrens visiting the garden were Red-winged wrens, as Blue-breasted Fairy-Wrens are also found in the locality and the Red-wings are more commonly found in forested areas. The weather today was … Continue reading Red Wing
Today the Very Ugly Garden was a sanctuary for death. As I began the foundations of the green house I listened and watched the birds. It was early morning. Quite early actually. There were New Holland Honeyeaters feeding on several different flowers. Hoya, Nasturtium, Tagasaste, Red Runner bean flowers. The Red-winged Fairy Wrens were around … Continue reading A Place to Die
It has been just under three weeks since filling the bioreactor. After about two weeks it had sunk down just over two feet. It smells like a damp forest floor and I've only removed the pipes in the last few days as I figured it wouldn't hurt to have them in there. After taking them … Continue reading Into the promise of Summer
I've been cranking out projects recently. New nails, old nails. Each has been more than capable of doing the job. All manner of irritating descriptions on my To Do List have been getting a working over. I've nearly finished the rabbit hutch with a worm farm underneath to catch droppings and food scraps. I moved … Continue reading More Tales from the Rusty Nail
Petit Paradis 