Waiting, waiting, waiting; it’s that time of year again. All over the Homestead, things are teetering on the edge of exploding into action
The weather has been doing that crazy seesaw of early twenties (we’re talking Celsius here) one day, to hard sparkling frost the next, with a sprinkling of dismal grey just to keep us on our toes. Out in the garden, we’ve got everything primed and ready to go, but learnt to our cost last year that it just doesn’t pay to sow anything, even in the glasshouse, until September. It’s all part of the waiting game.
This week, The Goat Herd managed to get the compost turned again and threw a bit of “the good stuff” on the newly constructed front garden bed in readiness for the pumpkins, courgettes and squash earmarked to take up residence there. We never feel guilty about having those crops in front of the Homestead as they always look so pretty. Besides the developing pumpkins provide endless entertainment for the bus stop patrons and goes a long way to explaining why we have a shelf in the garage full of graffitied curcubita. Zac, whoever you are, we salute you; Not only are you “cool”, “cute” and “da man”, you also have a firm grasp of botany (not everyone knows the etching-the-teeny-pumpkin trick) and a very active social life – if our vegetables can be believed, that is. Of course, bearing in mind this is an election year, “Z-Dawg” may just be a master in the art of self promotion as it is rampant around these parts at the moment. You know it’s a tad slow when you’re reduced to reading dinner.