Towards Self-Reliance in Suburbia
The early morning is when the garden is at it's most alive. Bullfrog is calling of course. Especially if there is a light rain shower in the hours before sunrise. There are golden bees, floured with bright golden pollen, crawling through the brilliant yellow pumpkin flowers. The chilacayote vine is rambling all over the … Continue reading Early Summer
I sat in the park today and tried to be a little more 'present' than I have been capable of at home. Though the Little Fellas did not ease up on the distractions, it was pleasant to see the park with 'new eyes', much like being a tourist. I even walked back to the house … Continue reading The Park Life
The big Bullfrog is calling away happily through all of the day and all of the night. He puffs up his throat and croaks and croons. He is happy in the greywater filter pond where he has taken up simply floating around the ponds surface and basking in the sun. At odd times a female … Continue reading Bullfrog’s Choral Choir
It has been a busy week, but there is no rest for this man. I am rather over-tired and I have some opinions to vent. Which I do very irregularly. But I will unpack a few right here and now. This past Friday and Saturday the SHOW has come to town. Well, when a very … Continue reading The Albany Agricultural Show – Trouble in Paradise.
Another day of tidying up affairs at the other house. As a result I had bags of weeds, grass and the odd plant in the wrong spot that wasn't really a weed. There were some useful plants which I have transplanted here at Tillellan. I was surprised to find several fruit tree saplings growing in … Continue reading A Moment in Time
