Don’t you love it when a plan comes together? In actuality, that may be overstating it just a smidge but we thought it a snappy opening line and, having fluked it once, we’ll definitely plan for it to come together in the future.
You see, way back in April as we racketed around the greater city trying to find the right Rest Home fit for The Elders, we happened to pass one of Christchurch’s more prestigious garden centres. You know the sort: fancy billboards, acres of carpark, glitzy giftshop and flashy cafe. In truth, we’re not often found in such places, tending instead to raise our own seedlings or buy from local growers but, as we had a little time up our sleeve, we effected a hasty U-turn in order to check out their ‘Plant NOW for Spring’ vege seedling special. Seemingly the ‘NOW’ of the professionally sign written billboard had in fact been several weeks ago, but nonetheless we rescued their remaining bedraggled brassica seedlings (three for one, what a deal!) and, after a reviving overnight soak in the glasshouse (which turned out to be a couple of nights because life was a little hectic), they were hastily heeled into the front garden and forgotten.
Fast forward to a fortnight ago. After months of hasty animal feeding, slap-dash house cleaning, and a whole lot of Homesteading guilt over fossil fuel usage and fast food ingestion, we suddenly found ourselves with time. Time to wander around the garden, clip the goat’s hooves, turn the compost heaps, and generally potter, putter and puddle.
Not being able to remember what hour the Perpetual Garden Clock was reading when it all ground to a halt, we decided to split the difference with The Goat Herd taking the front garden (Twelve) and The Milk Maid the back. Oh! What piercing shrieks carried to where The Milk Maid stood contemplating the best starting point in the nettle forest of a back garden. With boots a’clomping, she galloped down the drive with visions of rats nests, wasp swarm, or arterial bleeding at the very least but it was not bad tidings that brought the tear to the generally staunch and no-nonsense Goat Herd’s eye.
No, instead it was the sight of so many fledgling broccoli, cauliflower and cabbages hiding amongst yet more nettles , all white butterfly free and harvest ready, that had her reaching for her hanky.
We’re not the sort of folk to bend a deity’s ear, but that night as we sat down to Chicken and Vegetable Stir-fry featuring a Princess Nikita crowster and our very own cabbage and broccoli, we thought it only right to send our thank to our personal gardener in the sky…
for keeping it ticking over while we were otherwise engaged.