In the lead up to this summer, the dreaded phrase “El Nino” had been bandied about with a great deal of foreboding and gloom. Talk of drought and perishing gardens, water restrictions and that old chestnut of water metering dominated all the usual places you encounter weather small talk (as a group, we try to avoid these) prompting Homestead garden mulching to the point of absurdity. Maybe it just hasn’t turned up yet or maybe they got it wrong; whatever. Suffice to say that to date there’s been a marked absence of enduring summery weather. “Changeable” sums it up perfectly if, for you, the word conjures up images of gasping in 30 odd degrees one day, shivering in 9 the next and struggling to keep your footing in 120k/hr wind gusts another.
With that in mind, we’re feeling pretty impressed that we’ve managed to finish anything this week…but we have.
The garlic has been harvested, dried and plaited up
Half the living room has been repainted and reorganised
and the garden vacated by the garlic has been trenched , composted and re-sown (this time an experimental combination of leek, carrot and celery – we have anecdotal evidence of this being a winner).