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So this is not a moan about how long it takes to get a home built these days.
A little ode to the pleasures of learning to wait ones turn. It’s been a while since it seemed like a great idea to build a dream home. However not a bad thing as ideas develop.
Staying here on the block has shown us how the soil works. Pretty fertile so far. The only thing is where are the worms I cry. They do not seem to bring joy to the local heart. It is hard to imagine a garden without them.
We have developed a family relationship with the local magpie family who spend hours looking for my worms.
In all fairness they do a grand job of collecting grass grubs so I do appreciate the effort there.
In New Zealand our garden was chock full of worms doing their wonderful work and it showed. Perhaps I should just forget them an trust in due course with judicious amounts of compost they will appear.
We are thrilled so far with our gardening efforts. Keeping in mind all will be in danger of destruction once the tradies appear. Bits of wood and bricks everywhere .
A passion fruit vine was given to us by kindly friends and it has grown like a triffid along side the aborted caravan shelter. That’s another story to be told. Here we are with a very high narrow shelter of sorts too small to fit the caravan in. A building company supposedly excellent a construction of said shelters let us down badly with very poor advice. Not happy at all but silver linings and all that appeared. During our very hot humid summer it turned out to be the place to catch a breeze. Now it is morphing into a garden folly.
We intend to fill in part of it with quirky stuff yet to jell properly in our heads. There will be garden furniture and lots of plants with a cool breeze and a place to read and relax. A little like a getaway just off the main house.
Speaking of we do believe site works are happening soon and we will need to find a new place to park up.
Truthfully I am really looking forward to getting back on the road for a while.
Glorious beaches to explore and oh goodness red dirt, turquoise sea and endless skies are calling.
Once the man’s knee has been sorted out one way or another we can make plans. Sadly he has been uncomfortable for a couple of years and unable to enjoy much walking so we are going to do what needs to be done. Fingers crossed the Doc he is visiting next week can repair him. Like an old car needs lots of attention.
So there we are. Waiting for the house trying not to get impatient, will not help anything. Wanting the poor old knee fixed once and for all and hoping it is not a replacement job. Ouch that would hurt. Missing our road life but enjoying growing bits and pieces in the garden.
Living The Dream 