My bank account has gone ouch and my sweat has poured as I’ve
just finished building a kit dog cage, with a little bit of help from Roddy and
Jewels, for the pooch. Safe from wild dogs and with way more room to move than
being on the chain (which she and I both hated anyway) she had better appreciate
it! It’s by no means great. It still requires shade cloth, a moated bowl for
her tucker, milk crates or a plastic pallet for the kennel to sit on… Oh yes,
the kennel. The one that had me realising that I should have put it inside the
cage before I put the chain link on but the realisation came too late. Lucky I
didn’t give away that old gate Mookster gave me mid last year. I may need to
enlist the help of some tall people to get it over the top instead. Wink, wink.
Also on the list of things achieved is the “planting” of my pumpkin seedlings. Planted on the Saturday, 5 are dead, 13 are dying and 3 are amazingly alive. It’s only Monday so as predicted by nearly everyone, including myself, my gardening “skills” are radiant. There will be some survivors though because I put them aside for a friend to put in the garden of her new home.
I finally cut off the tops of six old chemical drums to use as blocks once filled with concrete to sit my future shipping container on. Their hobbies include blowing across the flat during storms and filling with rainwater.
I’ve christened my new spray unit by spraying weeds along the front of my block. This was followed by a lovely drive through six foot high, seeded black spear grass to inspect the dam. It appears from the comfort of my air conditioned car that it has water in it.
Future achievements may include, but are not limited to, finishing the keyhole garden, constructing a Tigger version of a Warrka Water tower (google it), finish pulling out the old fence, finish spraying before the weeds begin to flower, have the boundary slashed (since now I can’t afford to buy my own tow-behind slasher because my car is falling apart), plant my fruit trees before they die (they’re already showing signs of a zinc deficiency) and to regularly look back upon this list to keep myself accountable.
So this is where I leave you for the time being, as the dark of the night and the storm approaches, doing bugger all in my cruddy, little caravan, procrastinating at the simple task of feeding myself some dinner. Farewell!
Also on the list of things achieved is the “planting” of my pumpkin seedlings. Planted on the Saturday, 5 are dead, 13 are dying and 3 are amazingly alive. It’s only Monday so as predicted by nearly everyone, including myself, my gardening “skills” are radiant. There will be some survivors though because I put them aside for a friend to put in the garden of her new home.
I finally cut off the tops of six old chemical drums to use as blocks once filled with concrete to sit my future shipping container on. Their hobbies include blowing across the flat during storms and filling with rainwater.
I’ve christened my new spray unit by spraying weeds along the front of my block. This was followed by a lovely drive through six foot high, seeded black spear grass to inspect the dam. It appears from the comfort of my air conditioned car that it has water in it.
Future achievements may include, but are not limited to, finishing the keyhole garden, constructing a Tigger version of a Warrka Water tower (google it), finish pulling out the old fence, finish spraying before the weeds begin to flower, have the boundary slashed (since now I can’t afford to buy my own tow-behind slasher because my car is falling apart), plant my fruit trees before they die (they’re already showing signs of a zinc deficiency) and to regularly look back upon this list to keep myself accountable.
So this is where I leave you for the time being, as the dark of the night and the storm approaches, doing bugger all in my cruddy, little caravan, procrastinating at the simple task of feeding myself some dinner. Farewell!
NB: Dinner didn’t happen.
