the quiet revolution

Hard at work tidying the gardens here in preparation for moving out. My little productive patch is in good nick but the rest of the garden is in something of a sorry state. Gravel paths full of sawdust and weeds, an out-of-control poor excuse for a lawn (Housemate somehow broke my strimmer. $@#*!), garden beds that grew nothing when the gumtrees shaded them now full of weeds and weedy things my landlord planted.

I dislike spending so much energy working on a garden I'm leaving. I'd much rather be preparing the soil in my new patch for the winter crops I should be planting now.

Soon...

Life of late has been fairly quiet. Work is taking pretty much everything I've got, so weekends are spend catching up on work, keeping the house in order and spending a lot of time doing very little. My sociopathic immune system leeches what remaining energy I have after work.



So please, come and take a wander about my little patch of dirt and pots. Stop to smell the herbs, or fondle the tomatoes (if that's more your style). Enjoy the flowers, and don't mind the bees: they're far too obsessed with the basil flowers to bother with anything else. The basil burst madly into flower once we put it in the dirt back in November, and hasn't stopped blooming yet. The European honey bees are completely smitten with it. I'd love to taste the herby honey they're making from it.