As some of you already know, I get to take some serious time off in the school holidays because I’m only paid for 48 weeks of the year. This year SO went away twice – low key swimming-canoeing-fishing trips, both times – but I was lazy, holiday houses were full and I elected to stay at home and just do the SAHM thing for a month.
I did go frockblogging in Bendigo, which was divine, darlings! and some touristy things around town, which I mean to write about soon.
Exciting developments: Online Opinion published the “Home ATM” post, and the Larvyprodders invited me to write for them. With all this time at home and additional inspiration, did I complete all the draft posts I have sitting around and the ones which have been stewing in my head? No, I did not. I spent much of the time gardening, reading and doing buggerawl.
Mr Bucket really went off over the Christmas shopping period with the result that we are now boat owners! Look at Exploding boy expertly navigate our sophisticated craft. $400 on eBay. Capitalism rools!
Meanwhile, back home, not much vegetable action going on. I have a patch just out of camera range with MOAR tomatoes and a pumpkin vine which hasn’t really taken off yet. This is pre-weeding of course. Behind the self-seeded pittosporum, which I haven’t got around to dealing with yet, you can just make out the horror that ensues when Bok Choy goes to seed.
Instead of buying one punnet of regular tomatoes and one of cherry, I bought two lots of cherry tomatoes by mistake. It’s not too tragic.
Here’s the backyard looking a bit lusher than it does now. The reason for the gate is that we have a fenced-off area in a futile attempt to exclude dogs from that part of the garden. It’s an old screen door the neighbours across the road threw out. I like to call it the Peacock Gate as it sounds so Ming Dynasty. Jane Austen fans plz note – the apricot tree is a Moorpark and yes, you should get one because they are delicious.
In the front garden, too much mulch is never enough. It could still do with another trailerload. I’m going to replace the saltbush on the left in the winter, because it’s so drought tolerant it threatens to take over the entire garden. Sorry about the orange rubbish bag, Edna. The path is our former chimney (1950s house design, obvs) which collapsed when we re-stumped.
Now that the heatwave’s upon us and I’ve gone back to work, we are dedicating the weekend to Doing Buggerawl.
Maggie is the current champion.