This is a bit of an "update post". I actually did this work last weekend but am only now posting. We have had a long and intense and sad week with the death of the family pet. My cat of 18 years who predates my life in Canberra, my marriage and my children reached the point in her life where we as a family had to make some hard decisions. My 10 year old son and I have found the last week to be particularly hard. However, the vegetables wait for no one. As the earth relentlessly continues its passage around the sun, so too do the seasons change and we must answer the cycles or its Woolies for you girl! Heed my warning.
So after a very sad cat funeral where we buried our cat, said a few kind words about her, read her Cynthia Rylant's "Cat Heavan" poem, and planted a She-Oak over the top of her, we all went down to the community garden for some life affirming garden bed preparation. Normally, working in the garden cures all sorts of ills. I'll go down with a headache, feeling stressed from work (paid work that is) and find that after a short time of gardening my muscles are relaxed, my tensions are gone, the headache has subsided, my thoughts are turning to sweet things. But even the magic properties of gardening cant take away an aching heart. At least not straight away.
Still here it is. The bed that had contained the mis-timed melons now is dug over ready for winter crops. I have seedlings of cabbages, cauliflower, broccoli (italian style), broccoli (hong kong style), kale, silverbeet, spinach, and cos lettuce ready to go in. Saturday, the day I did the bed preparation, was not my watering day and so I decided to plant the seedlings on Sunday afternoon at about 5-7pm so that soon after they were planted I could water them in. Anyway, here's the bed early Saturday evening. I've managed to retain the cucumber trellis.
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