Things are a’buzz in the garden here at ‘Carlton’. Spring has sprung. Birds are chirping, grass won’t stop growing (and of course the ride-on mower is busted), the trees are leafy again and daylight savings is upon us. The fruit trees in the orchard just keep on giving with their blossom…
On the weekend we finally got around to replacing the fence on the orchard paddock. The grass in there was getting quite out of hand, and with the warmer weather approaching all I could think of was snakes. A morning of measuring, straining, digging and gripple-adjusting and we had ourselves a fence. Not bad. Yes, we are considering going contracting*. The rams have just come off the shears and straight into the orchard paddock to munch it down.
What I am pretty sure is a plum tree has absolutely zero fruit on it, bummer, but another mystery tree appears to be an apricot. Another little tree has arrived late to the blossom party with these little pinky red flowers…
The veggie patch has exploded with the rain and sunshine we’ve had. The sunflowers are reaching for the sky, the rainbow chard is looking positively rainbow-esque, the spinach, beetroot, savoy cabbages, artichokes and lettuce are all doing their thing happily. The Chinese cabbages unfortunately seem to have bolted to seed. We had a few slug and snail issues which we quickly hit on the head with some coffee grounds and ash from the fire spread about liberally. I’ve also heard good things about this copper stuff which would serve a dual purpose of making my veggie patch appear very ‘on-trend’.
The fig tree is covered in growing fruit – I am hoarding fig recipes like a woman possessed. Doesn’t hurt that they’re easy on the eye in a well-styled foodie photo either. The grapevines are sprouting some promising looking bunches of teeny tiny grapes. Matt recently suggested we pull out our ‘vineyard’, I was aghast to say the least. What is our quintessential South Australian limestone farmhouse without the vines in the backyard?!
Along with the successes I’ve also had some failures in the garden. We returned home from Papua New Guinea to a leafless lime tree. I actually rang in to the local radio gardening segment for help, I’m doing all that’s been suggested and have everything crossed. The white stocks are finally giving up, they’ve done well, bravo. My wheelbarrow of doom is striking again. This wheelbarrow is quite possibly the one and only useful thing my dad has, or will ever, give me for Christmas, but I can’t get anything to thrive in it. It’s got a million drainage holes and still things die in it. Ho hum.
Now if you squint slightly, tilt your head and stand on one leg…you can almost ignore the ugly tanks and archaic plumbing system to envisage our crumbling laundry with the rambling red rose creeping all over it. Do you see it? Me too.
* I’m only half joking. Maybe even only a quarter.