Life's going on Rad, it's winter now, beautiful day, I'm getting my garden under mulch and tidied up with a lovely lady helping me. She comes once a week for an hour and we are getting the digging and the damned pruning done, so I won't get attacked by the metres long rose stems, that I swear want my skin. We are not allowed to water with a hose still just the watering can for half an hour twice a week.
It makes my heart sing to see the plants, that I carried
on my back, to try to save, from the old house, that I thought I wouldn't be able to save, but there they are several hundreds of dollars for mulch and fertiliser and much TLC and they are back to life - magic is still in my old green fingers and the world. Drought, smoke, dust storms and viruses, and my plants, just might live on to flower in the spring? Our Bushland is coming back to life, some of the wildlife, burnt so badly are coming good, and so far our country has only lost about a few over the hundred to the virus. But my God I was getting sick of my few small crowded rooms, so I have great appreciation for your simple pleasures, hopefully I can soon get to the pub for one of their terrific meals and a good mocha.