
At times I feel a really powerful urge to get my hands dirty, put them deep into the earth and reconnect. Today was one of those days. I find that the more time I spend in my garden, the better I feel. I love gardening, more so vege gardening. I love to raise my seeds and watch them grow. I love that because of this, my children know where food comes from. I love that they have a good understanding of the seasons, and why it's important to save and recycle water. I love that they are always asking for things to work in their own little spot of earth.


For too long now my garden has been really neglected. This crazy summer past completely fried everything. The plants didn't know what was going on. I did get some veges, but not the same amount that I normally would. And now, the garden is deciding to do it's own thing. Marvelous thing that nature is! A butternut pumpkin that I never planted is fruiting, and there are other little self-sown surprises around. The joy of composting, and allowing plants to go to seed!

After a journey to the Northcote Nursery today, we have some new things in the ground, and more waiting to be planted. Not everything will be raised from seed this time, but at least it's getting in the ground. It was depressing looking out onto my overgrown and weed filled vege patch. Now it's mulched, weeded, and looking much happier. Before I know it, the boys will be out there thinning the peas before any can come inside.


And this small feline will have more places to hide. I know, Mao. It's a hard life.