So the first rains hit and we ripped that black plastic off, rotary hoed and prepared all that juicy soil. I had the seeds ready and we were all set to go. Then it went a little pear shaped.
I ordered 10 packs of green manure seeds for about $6 per bag, from a fancy hippyish website that promised to offer me enough seeds for my 230m2 veggie patch. WRONG...not even close....check out the photos below.
This is the outcome from the hippy seeds. Their strike rate is pathetic and it was a total waste of money.
Then I went to the local agricultural supplies store and spoke to a super qualified agronomist and this is the result from seeds that were planted 1 week later. Treated exactly the same. Whamo.....that's growth for you!!
So, the lesson learned is.......agronomist know their shit, they can sort you out with the right amount of seed, the right condition of seed (bare with no pesticides) and the right mix. 20kg of seed later for the tidy price of $47 and the result is just bloody supper!
It's time to stop. I've been running like a mad woman for weeks and I need to smell the roses.......well, not roses as I don't have any because I chopped all their heads off last week. But I'll find some smelly flower somewhere. This is not one of them (no smell at all, pretty but not smelly).
Have a fab Easter, take care over the holidays and we'll catch up soon.
I'm not one to overly comment on political or current news, I think there is enough of that around to consume us at the best of times. However.......I just wanted to say, to all those amazing students, gun violence victims, their friends and families, to keep up the fight, don't give up.
Ask Australia what to do.
I am an Australian mother, who is raising her children in a society without the fear of being shot. I have no fear of that, not at school, not when I walk down the street and not when I want to enjoy a music event. Keep up the pressure, its working and you have the world behind you.
This mum, who lives on the other side of the world, thinks that you are INVALUABLE.
It's 10.30 in the evening, the wind is hot and blowing a gale (104km/h). You take a walk outside to check on a branch that has just made a loud crashing sound. Then it hits you, the smell of smoke, you look to your right and the sky is glowing red. You know instantly, without the need of any app's or outside communication that you have to go. No questions asked, get the kids, dog, cats and fish loaded up and go.
I had a bit of time to grab a few things.............What do you take?
I woke the kids up and got them organised. Finn wanted his ted and iPad. Asha wanted her stock-whip, ted and iPad. Dave had to look after the animals and himself and I got the kids and I sorted.
You think, that you would be all cool calm and collected. Your not. Your a strange sort of calm on the outside with a tornado on the inside.
In the end we arrived at Mum and Dad's with......
Animals, (chooks and ducks were left behind) with only cat and fish food......don't know what the dog was going to eat?
No undies for anyone except myself (bit narcissistic, isn't it?)
Toothbrushes...amazing I remembered that
Computer hard drive
After all the rush was over I looked at Dave in horror and said....."oh, no....I grabbed my wedding rings but not yours!!!" He very quietly, with a smile on his face said, "I got mine".
WE DON'T EVEN WEAR OUR RINGS!!
Dave can't because it's to dangerous for work and I don't because they are to fancy for our bush block (I wear my great grandmothers band).
But, here we are, in the madness that it was, thinking the only real things that mean the most to us are our, kids, animals and our wedding rings. I'm so glad, that all those years ago, I set that man trap and hitched this bloke.
LATEST UPDATE : It seems at this stage the fire situation has been downgraded, however we are not to relax just yet. I think we'll have a few long days and nights ahead of us.