P's growing seeds. The radishes are in first place. They were planted 10 days ago in a mini greenhouse. It's quite addictive to see things grow. I've been most impressed by the Morning Glory, by the strength and boldness the first leaf displays as it cracks through the surface of the soil. So I wasn't surprised to find out that it has weed-like qualities - I'm sure it'll feel right at home in our garden! You know, I don't think I've grown edible or non-edible plants from scratch since I was a whole lot younger... I'm looking forward to a vegetable garden. And flowers.
Tomorrow is going to be:
Whooohoo! And I thought we might make it a bit of a gardening day. In response Stephen exclaimed how he'd never thought he'd find himself saying "that sounds like fun". It is of course, because he gets to do very manly things... heaving and lugging and digging and chopping....
A big scraggly shrub has been removed from next to the shed leaving a gaping hole and a very visible neighbours fence making it look like the before and after pictures are the wrong way round. But we're choosing to call it room for potential. Wait and see.
We've also decided the toilet has to go and part of the driveway that protrudes into the back yard is history too. Yesterday, as P came out of the house, she was just in time to see S drop a huge slab of asphalt to crack it but, as it landed on the ground, it also landed on the shovel ejecting it into the air with a graceful rotation but stunning speed! Whizzing by not far from his head it was quite a sight to see. Especially as S had asked not long before whether P realised that it was likely that at some point during this project he was going to hurt himself...?! Pray not today.
After all that stir-fry for dinner? Maybe with egg? P set about scrambling eggs, setting them aside, frying vegetables, adding tofu with curry paste to make a milky sauce to go with potatoes and carrots... We're all set! As you know manual labour results in quite an appetite, it went down rather quickly, was it not enough? No worries, that just means some room for ice-cream! With empty bowls we're back in the kitchen when S lifts the lid off a plate, "what's this for?" It's the scrambled eggs that never made it into the curry! And that became the last course of the meal that satisfied these gardeners.
