As a family who eats a predominately plant based diet, it made complete sense to put that pretty useless front lawn to good use by creating another veggie patch. Two in fact.
After juggling the aesthetics, longevity and expense of garden beds, I framed up my first patch. I covered the lawn in newspaper, tossed together some well rotted compost and old sheep manure, covered it in pea straw and watered it in. I then let it sit for the next month or so.
As Autumn rolled around, I planted broccoli, cabbage, brussel sprouts and kale. Rogue pumpkins, potatoes, tomatoes and warrigals quickly sprung up on their own accord. Disappointingly, only the warrigals flourished, the former two never fruiting, the potatoes dug out, due to space constraints.
Last January we headed to Warburton to check out Blue Lotus Water Garden. My father and sister had recently created a new fish pond and were interested in adding some water lilies; as this was sited as Australia’s largest water garden, I figured it would be a good place to start.
Now, I don’t want to brag so I shall keep this short. I may have mentioned in a previous post that I had collected some succulent leaves to propagate.
I may have also noted that these leaves, well, they weren’t doing so wonderfully.
It appears I spoke too soon.
That’s right, my left-for-dead succulents are actually propagating!
I shall fess up and mention that I didn’t see it coming, in fact I had given them up and all together forgotten about them.
So I apologise dear little succulents, you have proved me wrong. I am so proud that you struggled on despite my absolute neglect.
Bonsai requires patience. Growing a bonsai from seed? Even more.
Our garden features the most beautiful Japanese Maple and over the years I have had the pleasure of watching it grow. It is one of my favourite aspects of our home and once I started Bonsai I knew I wanted to capture this tree in miniature form.
What I quickly discovered as I took on more responsibilities, was that I began to forget the small things- to water my cucumber seedlings, to mulch my potatoes, to cover the new fruit on our fig tree. This was not ideal, I was just getting things established, then would lose progress when seedlings dried out, or promising fruit was stolen by greedy possums.
If you have not heard of Sylvia Earle, I recommend you read no further. In fact, I insist you immediately cease reading this post, open a new tab and Google her. Right now. That’s right ‘S Y L V I A E A R L E.’
Her deepness? The living legend? Hero for the planet? Yep, you’re on the right track.
Every now and again I like to get out of my own backyard and explore the local offerings of nature. Recently I visited the very impressive collection of Australian natives at the Cranbourne Royal Botanic Gardens.
I first explored these gardens over 8 years ago and since then they have grown exponentially.
I admit I was always under the impression that gardening was generally a recreation for the elderly, a leisurely way to pass retirement, a form of zen and relaxation. I mean, clearly, there was some hard work involved- but overall it appeared pretty chilled. This, I rapidly discovered, was far from true, and this ‘hobby,’ it doesn’t suffer weakness.
With my veggie patch well on the way, the long weekend provided the perfect opportunity to fill in some of the spaces. With plans to make this area as productive as possible, but also, a delightful place to be, I felt an injection of flowers was in order.