Earlier today I was fretting a bit about how little I’d been inclined to post recently. But it’s just occured to me, after looking back at my earlier posts, that I’ve more or less moved into the space I was trying to get to in the first place. We now eat something from our garden most days and it’s been months since I read anything about the oil crash.
I’m still worried, but I’m not overwhelmed. Petrol here will be going over $2 a litre soon and yet I don’t feel panicked by that. How can I? My dad ate a peach from my sad little garden today. My sad, neglected little garden is still producing food! Besides zucchini that is…
My garden is a bit of a mess at the moment. Plumbing problems. Scary and potentially expensive problems which are most likely the result of tree roots breaking up the sewer pipe. The lesson, of course, is don’t plant big trees where your sewer pipes are! I wish I could go back in time and tell someone that…I’ve been having a lot of wistful thoughts about a composting toilet and a grey-water filtering system of reed beds and the like alternating with the fear that the plum trees will have to be chopped down. On the plus side, we have now obtained plans of our property which show the sewer lines so I can plant my new fruit trees in wise locations.
Assuming that we’ll have any money left over after paying plumbers to buy any.
In other news, my elder son started school. It’s thrown us into chaos as we (actually, meaning mostly I) deal with the change in routines, most specifically the dreaded School Pick-Up (an event which bisects the afternoon in a most annoying way). Coupled with the fact that I have mixed feelings about this school in particular and about School in general, has made the last month interesting as well as busy. Consequently, I missed the Te Aro Community Gardener’s Solidarity Tour but I’m going to keep an eye out for another.
