A thousand dollars later & the bones of our next week

 In Journey

A thousand dollars later and the bones of our next and final garden are underway. I’ve been somewhat liberal in my rose order but have overly romantic dreams of fragrant blooms in soft pinks and mauves spilling from the verandah posts. Have even ordered a ‘mothers love’ to be planted next to ‘the children’s rose in some yet to be defined patch.

The veggie garden plan is now solid with a sturdy 8 raised beds 2 parterre beds and a range of espalier trees ready to go in. I think we will mill the timber needed for these from our own property but we are debating which beautiful strong standing tree needs to be the sacrificial specimen.

An already decided location for the carport has been relocated to where our tank is currently sitting but soon to be moved as neither of us could quite come to terms with compromising the perfect symetry of the beautiful little old Apple shed which will be our first public space as ‘black Barn farm’.

Speaking of black barn farm…we need to get scooting on developing the brand but charlie is still not enamoured with the word farm so the paint is not yet dry on that one.

An impromptu avenue of rosemary was relocated from the now demolished existing roundabout and now forms what will be known forever more as the Angus walk…a memorial nod to Angus haigh who died unexpectedly on Wednesday 31 March. Here’s to a well lived if too short life.

As a holiday treat for the kids we have ventured into the big smoke to bounce on trampolines. This deal gave the mama an hour (or two) at the nursery. The result is a need for a space to house a feijoa hedge, a range of long desired specimen trees…ginkgo, magnolia grandiflora, crepe myrtles, a small but manageable and high yielding olive grove (Mission and Spanish green) which are the most cold hardy varieties.

I’ve taken the plunge on the small but so very desirable range of citrus and have selected eight trees all on trifoliata rootstock which is of medium vigour. Have run with Valencia orange and Washington which both fruit at different times of the season extending our mornings of vegemite toast with freshly picked and squeezed juice. The Lisbon lemon is the most cold hardy of all the lemons so made the cut on this trait alone. Our existing limes, Tahitian and kaffir have survived enough Beechworth winters to prove their worth so will be transferred into the new protected¬† grove behind the barn in coming weeks. An imperial and emperor mandarin have both been selected to fill winter lunch boxes in time and our mornings wouldn’t be complete without a bitter sweet hit of ruby grapefruit on the odd occasion so that makes eight and now the hard work of protecting them all while they adjust to our cooler (and frostier) Stanley climate, begins. Charlie has purchased a soil ph test to at least give them a good start and the concrete wall above them will catch the northern sun beautifully….good luck little trees!

Despite our ever growing range of farm implements we are yet to find a second hand post hole (and for my purposes plant hole) digger so I now face the dilemma of the man power solution vs the electronic solution. While powered implements certainly make the job easier there is a definite appeal in the rhythmical rise and fall of a timber handled shovel being propelled by muscle alone. Until this decision is made I’ll put all my new green babies under the cotton wood tree and water religiously.

A lead via the local community notice board sent me to the cemetery last week to raid the Rosemary plants. None were the hoped for ‘Tuscan blue’ which have a vigorous upright growth habit and much darker, larger leaf but I’ve raided the beds of the dead none the less and now water my 300¬† Rosemary cuttings daily. A less than ideal time to ensure they all take but impatience pushed me on and the hope for 200 survivors now leaves me with a few months to muster a solution for where they will all be planted.

The bob cat arrives tomorrow and the list is long but the weather forecast is sunny so minimal mud despite the mess. You must crack eggs to make omelettes and the vision is strong so crack away I say!

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