Just Gardening

I've spent the day gardening (sort of). I suppose you can't quite count brekky with my friend Bessa, but it did put me in proximity to the Garden Centre that I keep forgetting exists right in town. After a lovely morning relaxing, I decided to follow up on buying some seedlings that Andrew & I kept talking about, since we never got a chance to put the actual seeds in the ground before the choppers came and messed up the yard taking trees down.

So my leisurely walk to the shops turned into a useful shopping trip as well, and I came home and put all the little seedlings in my tiny patch of dirt. After arranging some bricks tastefully in an effort to keep the dirt from wandering off, and to highlight to the local rabbit infestation where the new, fresh plants actually were, Andrew pointed out we needed some netting to put around the lot.

So, another walk to the shops, and I picked up the best thing I could find - bird netting. Putting that around anything is a bit like trying wrap a present in a very large, long sheet of plastic kitchen wrap. But eventually we won, with extra bricks to prop up amazingly bendy bamboo stakes, and hopefully this will discourage Betty Bunny and her large family from eating up the vegies.

Face-Off

I signed up for Facebook this year, and it is stealing my blog time. In tiny increments, of course, because that is all you can type. I don't bother with Twitter - my attention span is already short enough, so I don't want to damage it further.

Interestingly, a recent study showed that Facebook may actually encourage social interaction, while Twitter actually damages it. I suppose Facebook's redeeming value is that it allows for someone to interact with my ongoing egotistical posts about my day, whereas there is no defense against a Tweet. I wonder where blogging fits into the picture?

Actually, I prefer to think of a blog as a newspaper column only a select few read. Of course, I'd prefer it if a lot MORE people read this, but I do enjoy my fanmail from my sister-in-law.

So, what I was going to put on Facebook tonight is something about the sights and sounds of summer, namely, fire engines and bushfire alerts. I've got my go-bag with my somewhat protective clothing by the front door, and the extra water in the fridge. Santa Claus had better watch out himself when he comes this way - if I'm grabbing my go-bag, he's getting knocked over on his red swimming trunks.

On second thought, I think I'll pray for a silent, calm bushfire season.

Recycled Trees

Tomorrow will be one of the few days I'll be glad to be at work rather than home. They are removing trees around our property, and I suspect it will be a noisy process. I'll miss the trees, especially the 3 huge gum trees in the back, but the upside is that we won't have to worry about the trees missing us in case they ever fall down.

We'll get to keep some of the wood for the fireplace, which will be nice, and should last us through the winter, and any really cold summer evenings. All part of the recycling process.

Speaking of recycling, Andrew gave in and let me buy some fast-food burgers & fries for dinner. We probably only do this about 3 times a year, mostly because of my nostalgia and American taste-buds. He thinks cardboard tastes better. Anyway, I wrote a little rhyming poem, which sums it up nicely:

Maccas is found all over the world,
A comfort food that tastes familiar & yummy;
But once you are finished and the serviettes furled,
The bloat begins pronto in your tummy!

I still prefer the American-made special sauce. I think it has a higher recycled cardboard content, which reduces the bloating.