Another cold wet drizzly day.
Another day lived in & close to warm bed.
The clouds are grey…light grey, dark grey, steel grey, all shades of greys… drifting across the unseen sky. So much water floating on the wind above our heads.
Looking across to the hills, they are swathed in grey, invisible.
The trees beyond the tennis courts are hazy, misty, the cloud is so low the buildings hidden. An elven wood scene.
There is some bird song…indian minors mostly…with an occasional call from a wattlebird, lazily answered by a raven.
All hidden away in the trees.
Accenting the magic silence.
I took some stale bread out to the compost. Tossed it across the ground. Mr Magpie came down & selected a slice to take home to his kids.
I picked two red tomatoes in my almost vegie garden.
Almost because it’s a 7 foot square in the lawn…tomatoes grew themselves with just a little help from me…and I’ve planted a couple of short rows of onions…not sure what kind of onions…they came out of a pot someone else sowed. They could have been leeks (but the leaves are wrong) or shallots (still possible) or spring onion (nope) or brown onions (maybe)
Anyhow, they’re shooting up very vigorous & by the end of winter we’ll enjoy cooking with them…well, Bob will cook…I’ll enjoy the eating.
And that’s my vegie patch…I’ve got lots of plans.
I started digging soon after moving into the house, Sept going on Oct. At first I could only manage a couple of turns with fork & spade and had to stop…the sweat pouring off me in rivers…legs wobbly & barely able to hold me erect as I staggered to a seat…heart pounding…frustrating to be so unable.
But I was able…I took me a month to acheive a small 3 foot x 5 foot…and discovered the tomato seedlings self-planted from food scraps.
Then, of course, I looked at my handiwork.(& footwork). It looked like a gravesite, just the right shape & length…if the neighbour disappeared this’d be the first place the coppers’d look, underneath my vegie patch…lol…the brown earth fresh turned, only the headstone missing…so I dug some more and soon had it looking more square…
A little bit of digging whenever I am able. About once or twice a week, usually. Even though it is exhausting & causes such pain and takes such a long time to finish. I always feel better, the muscles & fibres (even damaged ones) feel stronger after a little work. I can slowly dig over up til 6 spade fulls of ground in one session…too much work is counterproductive & I always pay the price of pushing myself to do 7 or 8.
So that’s my vegie garden. Tomatoes are just about finished…weather is becoming too cold for them…all through summer & autumn we’ve had a steady supply of a couple of fresh-picked tomatoes a day…more than enough for the two of us.
Oniony-things are happily soaking up the rainfall. The garden is in a good spot…so far I haven’t had to water…there is a steady seepage of water through the soil as it moves down the hill.
Thus it’s mostly a self-watered vegie patch.
We have had such rain here…all the rivers throughout Gippsland are in flood….tonight Lakes Entrance is expecting a King Tide and the lakes are already awash with floodwaters.
Sand bags everywhere
and lots of closed roads.
We’re okay here on this hillside. The ground under the thick grass is like saturated sponge. Good to be high & in this case, dry.
The pictures of the Gippsland Floods 2012 are great. www.abc.net.au/gippsland then follow the link.
It a huge area…100’s & 100’s of miles mountains, hills, valleys, rivers, creeks, all water flowing down into the overfull Lakes.
Gippsland Lakes was the world’s bigget fresh water lake system in the southern hemisphere…no longer fresh but salt water since the opening at Lakes Entrance was built. Still is a huge area. And there’s water everywhere throughout the riverine .
So much water and the skies are still full of dense heavy clouds. There’s more to come.