Grow sustainably, eat mindfully, live passionately.

After the success of the first harvest from my new improved crop circles filled with nutrient rich organic potting mix, I have been keen to get them going again and providing the family with some fresh produce.  Last year I allowed just two cos lettuce plants go to seed in the hopes that they would refill the garden bed with more lettuce plants without me having to buy another packet of seeds.  In the winds that prevailed the little parachutes floated away from the mother plant and landed in abundance.    

The Summer has been a scorcher and nothing was sprouting.  Even weeds were dehydrated, shrivelled and withering in the heat.  Come early February however and the seasonal afternoon thunderstorms began in full force.  Water tank was overflowing and the first little sprouts of hundreds of cos lettuce plants began to appear over night.  Now of course they aren't planted in neat little rows, are way too close together, but what I have learnt since the last season is to use the crowded seedlings while the leaves are young and tender in salads and thereby create the space for the remaining plants to achieve their full potential.

In the crop last year I had an abundance of lettuce to the point that I couldn’t even give away all that was produced from the seeds that I planted all at once.  And of course I didn’t thin them out like the packet suggested, because when the little plants were growing I got so excited that I couldn't bring myself to.  So I didn’t.  They all grew too close together and that meant rot and bugs.  Wastage.  Yuck I hate that.

So this time, I’m making my favourite salad every day in order that none of my free lettuce goes to waste.  I want to share the recipe with you.  Don't be deceived at how simple it is.  It is the perfect accompaniment to Turkish Pide, any steak, roast or equivalent, and the nutritional qualities are intense.

EASY COS, FETA AND LEMON SALAD

Ingredients:

washed and torn salad leaves, small ones, I use cos because I can or mignonette

spray extra virgin olive oil

squeeze organic lemon juice

grind Himalayan Salt Flakes

crumble organic Danish feta

Method:

Place lettuce on plate, spray with oil to give shiny appearance (and because of health benefits), squeeze over lemon juice to taste, grind over the salt, garnish with crumbled feta.  Voila!

Because health is an important part of my Healthy, Wealthy and Wise commitment to my next fifty years on the planet, I have enlisted the help of a co-author who is my nutrition and healthy living “go to” girl.  

“Tanya, what’s so good about this salad?”

Thank you Captain Julia, for entrusting me as your co-author and “go to” girl, I love it and I am deeply honoured.

Firstly I am a big believer in keeping it simple as you have done, this way you can really enjoy the flavours without too much going on for your taste buds.  Also for those who find it way to easy to visit a drive through or local take away with the main focus on fast rather then whole food nutrition, this is a fast and healthy alternative, with the pleasure of making it yourself.  

I am all about easy, healthy, passionate food that is made with love, so having said all of that lets look at some of the nutritional benefits of this yummy salad.

Cos lettuce also know as Romaine is packed with vitamins and minerals, it is the boss when it come to lettuce. It has a low kilojoule content and high water volume, an excellent source of  

VIT A (in the form of beta-carotene), folate, VIT C, manganese, chromium and a very good source of dietary fibre and potassium.

This is a heart healthy green.

Olive oil is 77% monounsaturated fat, the good kind that helps rather than hurts your body, and is rich in VIT E.  Extra virgin is the best.

Here are some benefits from Olive Oil 

• Protects you heart
• Promotes weight loss
• Eases arthritis – oil you joints, topically and internally
• Combats cancer
• Battles diabetes
• Smoothes skin
• Helps with gall bladder problems
• Halts hunger pangs

Isn’t it interesting to note that the type of fat you eat at lunch could effect how hungry you are at dinner!

I love LEMONS, if you say that like Oprah does when she gets excited about something, it sounds great, feels good and you will get the gist of my enthusiasm for them.

Lemons are your best friend, of all the citrus fruit lemon is the most potent detoxifier, it kills intestinal parasites such as roundworms and dissolves gallstones.  Other health benefits include:

• Eliminate kidney stones
• Combats Cancer
• If taken in the morning is know to improve liver function
• Stimulates digestive juices
• Relieves constipation
• Asthma
• Headaches
• Pneumonia
• Arthritis
• Breast health
• Good general blood and body purifier
• The juice also aids in the removal of old drug residues (poisons) from the body

Lemons are beneficial to the heart and circulation, stimulates the adrenal system and increases the vitality of the kidneys.

Personally I start the day with warm filtered water including the juice from an organic whole lemon, a small piece of organic ginger and organic raw honey.  It gets your metabolism going and clears out your pipes, all of them, yeah, giddy up.

Salt intake is vital; water and salt regulate the water content of the body.

Salt is effective in

• Stabilising irregular heart beats and is essential to the regulation of blood pressure (despite what we’re told)
• Vital for the clearance of mucous from the lungs (essential for asthma cases)
• Supporting respiratory health
• Rapid healing of infection
• Balancing sugar levels in the blood (an important element for diabetics)
• Reduce the signs of ageing
• Promoting healthy pH balance in your cells, particularly your brain cells
• Generation of hydroelectric energy in the cells (the body’s power source)
• Absorption of food particles through the intestinal tract
• Sinus health
• Prevention of muscle cramps
• Salt is critical for making the structure of the bones strong (osteoporosis is largely the result of a shortage of water and salt)
• Regulating you sleep, it naturally promotes sleep
• Supports your libido

There is so much more I could talk about when it comes to salt.

I always carry in my handbag a BPA free container filled with Don Tolman’s Ra See Salt.  I use this if I have lunch out rather then that dirty table salt, or if I feel tired I just pop a pinch under my tongue, also if I am exercising and I need a little boost, under the tongue it goes.

I am a vegetarian, transiting into vegan, at this point though I still consume cheese, mainly from goats, organic and raw when possible and definitely no animal remnant.

Feta consist of riboflavin, protein, calcium, phosphorus, VIT B12.  Cheese can also help in the prevention of tooth decay, cheese contains compounds that neutralise acids in the mouth, and it also helps with heart burn.

Who would think that Julia’s yummy simple salad was action packed with all that goodness.

For more in depth knowledge on whole foods, I highly recommend you have a look at Don Tolman’s website www.dontolmaninternational.com.

Wishing everyone organic love and light.

Tanya

Wow!  Every time I spend time with Tanya I learn so many lessons.  I hope you all feel enlightened and ready to try an easy salad with so many health benefits as you join me on the path to living a little healthier, being a bit wiser and having a richer life for doing so!

Chapter 28 - Peace, Love and Mung Beans Festival

Chapter 28

Peace, Love & Mung Beans Festival

A couple of years ago at one of our New Years Eve parties, the band “Pond Scum” an ad hoc ensemble of musical friends hadn’t exactly rehearsed enough prior to the evening to perform very many songs, and quite frankly after a few brews they were just over it.  Instruments left on stage they got into the sprit of the night and focused on the drinking rather than the playing.  One by one some of the invited guests both friends and family just got up on the stage (yes, we have a stage in our backyard!) and played and sung whatever they knew to the other party goers.  I looked over at my brother and sister in law, glasses of red wine in hand sprawled out on a picnic rug listening to the impromptu concert and the thought crossed my mind how cool it would be to host a Music Festival at our house.

I like a good party, and I tend to get really carried away with trying to make it an experience to remember for us and for our guests to talk about for some time to come.  Like the Cinco De Mayo (15th of May in Mexican) party with Mexican buffet, margarita bar and the stage festooned with handmade crepe paper flowers, the Halloween party with the eyeball cocktails (basically Tequila Sunrise with canned lychees floating in it) and real pumpkins carved into jack o lanterns and the Christmas lights evening with blow up Santa train and moving reindeer.  So now I had another party to focus on I was determined to make it a memorable and better still, an Annual event.

So the Peace, Love and Mung Beans Festival was born, which is actually a pseudonym as we incorporated our suburb’s name into the real title and while many of you will be invited next year we don’t necessarily want hordes of blog readers from the four corners of the world crashing our event!  So please forgive the subterfuge.  Invitations with a 70‘s Woodstock flavour were created to reflect the true spirit of peace and harmony of the Music Festival with all invitees encouraged to register to perform at the festival on the promise of complimentary lanyards and Access All Areas Back Stage Passes.  Camping grounds were provided, and the official T-shirts printed and duly advertised for sale (just to cover costs).  I even sewed up six Balinese style flags in psychedelic colours to decorate the yard and add a groovy feel,only to find them later on eBay for a very reasonable price.  Our local cheap as chips shop was selling pink lawn flamingos and I was dying for an excuse to buy a pair and now I had one!  The chickens and dog checked them out and thought they were very strange animals indeed.

If you have ever had to get people to commit to an event that actually involves performance you will understand that the registrations were very slow to come in and a bit vague when it came to how many pieces and what exactly people would be performing.  In the end we even phoned a few of our friends to see if they were actually going to come to the party regardless of if they wanted to be on stage.  It got to the weekend before and we were so close to canceling the whole thing when a few people started to RSVP.  Phew!

The day before, Benny drove to his brothers place to borrow some PA equipment and lights which we knew were going to make this back yard event as professional looking and sounding as it could.  His brother has a business doing PA for gigs but unfortunately was away on the weekend in question but happy to lend us the gear to use.  It couldn’t be set up in the yard until the last minute because of weather and chance of theft or damage which made the actual day very pressured for Benny.  I chopped cheese, celery and carrot for nibbles platters, fetched tables, put up the flags and then seconded my mother to man the Merchandising Stand and my mother and father-in-law to handle the Sausage Sizzle.

Three o’clock rocked around and the first three people arrived, put outtheir lawn chairs and esky unfolded the picnic rug and set up to have a groovy time.  Then some more families came, then more families and some of them even brought some of their friends which was awesome, and by about half past four it was time to kick things off.  Unbeknownst to some I had been learning the guitar for about a year and a half and had rehearsed a song to play at the festival.  A little nervous about my debut I coerced my sister, brother-in-law and husband to accompany me, and a little band was born.  We performed Wonderwall by Oasis and it went over fairly well except my vocals weren’t well amplified and so the crowd couldn’t really hear my singing which in all honesty is probably a good thing given the nerves.  But in Benny’s words we set the bar fairly low for the rest of the performers so we helped alleviate other people’s fears about getting up there and having a go.  

The first performance out of the way, thirteen other individuals or groups had their turn, introduced by duel MC’s our son and his friend Rory.  Each act was met with excited applause and cheers of encouragement.  We had solo guitarists, singers, a drummer, a comedian, family bands, duets etc including people that had never been on stage before.  To make sure we had enough entertainment to keep everyone engaged for a couple of hours we interspersed some competitions with a 70’s flavour.  There was an air guitar competition, how long can you hula hoop and quoits throwing.  All had prizes of boxes of chocolates so we had good deal of participation by both kids and their parents.  Some of the funniest moments were adults re-living their childhood gyrating their hips to keep their hoops off the ground and strumming the air while whipping their hair around, having a ball. I’m sure a lot of potential funniest home videos were shot on iPhones that day.

Once the actual concert was over, night had fallen and poor Benny could relax from his mixing desk and have a beer, we turned up our son’s playlist really loud and let the kids run riot on the stage.  They loved having a go at bashing the drums along with the music, lip syncing into the microphones, and having a play on the keyboard.  It was such a great time and I am happy to report there was no damage to anything.  Meanwhile other friends continued to arrive just in time to enjoy the laid back party at the end.

Because it started early, most people were gone by about nine o’clock and true stayers by eleven.  Plenty of sleep and a couple of Nurofen and I was already planning next year’s event in my head.  I reckon we won’t have much difficulty filling the bill next time with many friends over their dinner tables already discussing what they will be performing at Peace, Love and Mung Beans Festival 2014.

Chapter 27 - Happy Place

Chapter 27

Happy Place

While I sit here in the slight chill of five o’clock afternoon mid August, swatting the mozzies (surely it's not warm enough for them already), sipping champagne which sits stable on my newly “made with love” outdoor coffee table, I know I have found my “Happy Place”.  The place I will go to in my mind during the rare chance at meditation (sans mosquitos), the place I will go to when things get me down, and the place I hope to be every afternoon once we move full time to the farm.  

The veggie garden has had a few incarnations over the last three years and finally it is becoming the place I envisioned it to be.  The crop circles which gave us an abundance of eggplant, tantrically entwined carrots, furnace hot rocket, and a pestsometimes known as mint, have now been transformed into the promise of veggies to come.  I know if I look back to the previous Crop Circle Chapter I will get a total expenditure of the project, which of course I am avoiding as just last week I called the local landscaping supplier and ordered three cubic metres of organic potting mix to fill them.  I am sure that done the right way with the proper preparation the “no dig” method of gardening works a treat.  But we all know that is NOT me.  Jump in without all the information, without considering the area, the light, the preparation etc and end up with a tub of plants falling over without sufficient soil to hold their roots, and a tub full of grass that has come through the sparse layer of newspaper and taken over and strangled any veggie that might have existed.

So failure admitted (apart from the eggplant), I physically pulled out all the runner grass and put it in the compost, shoveled out the decomposed mulch and deposited around various trees and plants, layered weed mat, and heaps of newspaper into the circles and started all over again.

I had done a rudimentary calculation of the amount of soil needed to fill the five circles and had come up with an estimate of eight cubic metres.  Thankfully Benny worked out it needed more like two, and so I ordered three.  The guy came with the truck and thanks to the new and improved gates we have at that end of the yard, was able to drive right up to the edge of the pots and dump the load.  Looked like a lot of soil to me and I thanked my lucky stars that Benny had dissuaded me from ordering more.

The weekend came and while I was out being Mum’s taxi, the hard work began.  Benny shoveled soil into four out of five, only because I still hadn’t emptied the last one of the grass infested mulch that was in the fifth.  Once I was home I pulled out all stops and got that done and also shoveled in the soil, thankful that he had left the closest pot to the soil for me to do.  That, my friends, was enough work for the day so on Sunday after reading one of the books I had collected on growing veggies, I and my list went to Bunnings for five packets of seeds.  Yep seeds this time not seedlings.

That afternoon I planted the five things I knew I would eat, and were appropriate for our climate and the time of year, yep I learned something from my previous experience.  As they were circles and I couldn’t very well plant rows, I used a bamboo cane to draw out a spiral in each pot, from the centre out allowing about 15cm spacing.  In the first pot I planted silver beet, the second which received the most shade cos lettuce because it keeps the longest and you can just remove the leaves that you need as you need them.  The third I planted with carrots as it was closest to the awesome fragrance of the rosemary bush which I read keeps “carrot loving” pests at bay. 

I also used a little trick I had learnt from a DVD I bought myself last Christmas “A Year in Pete’s Patch” (available from ABC shops) and mixed the itty bitty tiny carrot seeds in with a jar with sand to disperse them.  With a hole pierced in the lid it is the perfect pouring receptacle to plant a thinned out layer of seeds without having to use tweezers to pick them out individually.  The next pot I planted with snow peas and used a different technique.  

As I needed to make sure there was room for a trellis to support the growing vines I drew a line through the centre and then on either side a zig zag planting a seed deep in the ground every 5cm.  This way each of the plants will support each other as they grow and all will be able to reach the support of the trellis.  The last pot I planted celery from seeds that I had had for over a year and as yet they are the only ones that have not germinated.  Reckon there must be a life span for seeds? 

Fast forward one week and all the lettuce plants had sprouted, two weeks and the silver beet, and carrots had broken through the ground.  Three weeks later and I have gorgeous little snow pea plants as well, but still no celery.  I have an old wire chair (cushion just inside the front door for ease of grabbing) and a solid timber side table on adjustable feet that can be leveled to adjust to uneven terrain (gotta love him!) to hold my cuppa or wine, laptop, book or whatever floats my boat.  Happy Place in place, the next job is constructing a trellis that can be moved from pot to pot if needed.  Think I might give that job to Benny as I feel that some hand made pavers will be a nice addition to the garden and a crafty project for Lawson and I to do over the next few weeks.  Stay tuned!

PS - One week later.... and my new mobile trellis is installed!

Chapter 26 - Lemon Chicken Tree

Chapter 26

Lemon Chicken Tree

I’m sure that kids who are lucky enough to grow up on a working farm are from an early age exposed to the harshness and realities of the circle of life.  They marvel over seeing baby chicks hatched, witness lambing season, calves and puppies being born.  Also they experience the loss of the old sheep dog, animals taken by predators and maybe even the slaughter of a beast in order to put food on their table.  Is it fair to say that perhaps this may even de-sensitize them a bit to life and death.  This is not the case with me.  After growing up in a relatively normal suburban environment, I have somehow been sheltered from both birth and death.  Sure over the years I have lost grand parents to old age, and lost my wonderful Dad to cancer before his time, but on the whole I am lucky enough to say that not a lot of tragedy has befallen our family.  Even our one and only family dog died at the ripe old age of 18!  Having a small and widely spread extended family I haven’t even experienced many babies being born, except of course our own lovely child, thirteen years ago.  Now I don’t want you to think that I am comparing the death of a loved one with the story I am about to tell but rather I just wanted to give you a measure of context as to my reaction to what went on.

This was no ordinary Monday, if it had have been perhaps the events would not have gone this way, but for some reason the universe conspired to line things up like this.  I had to make a delivery to Lawson’s school and do some shopping after that so decided that I would drive him that morning instead of Brent, leaving the house relatively unattended and the chooks and dog out in the sunshine roaming free.  When I arrived back home I stopped in the driveway to open the gate, I hopped out of the truck and saw a whitish cream coloured dog in our yard.  The expression “my heart sank”, doesn’t quite come close to the panic and adrenalin that made my stomach sick and my heart ache.  I opened the gate tentatively as I didn’t quite know what this dog, from goodness knows where, was going to do.  It bounded up to me wagging its tail and I told it to go home and closed it out of the gate.  I then became the mad woman from hell screamed for my chickens and ran over to the big heap of white feathers under the mango tree anticipating the body of Georgia to be under all that.  Thankfully she was not.  But there under the bright red hen house was the distinctive plumage of my mate Schnitzel.  In a ball, not moving, obviously dead.  In my panic I went to look for the other chickens knowing full well that nothing could be done for her now.  I screamed and cried and clucked and screamed again.  I tell you its just as well most of my neighbours where at work because I seriously would have been locked up.  Down near the shed was another pile of feathers and the body of little Omelet.  She had been sick with peritonitis and probably didn’t have the strength to escape from the dog.  I searched for more, dead or alive and couldn’t see any so went to the shed to find something to wrap my two babies in.  There in the corner behind the mowers was another dog!  This one looked young and had a guilty expression on its face.  I turned around to see that the other dog had returned and so I dragged it out to the road to see if it would point me towards its home and the owners that I was going to make pay dearly.  No sign, no inclination towards this house or that.  I found a neighbour doing some yard work a couple of doors down.  I cried him the tale and told him I was concerned for the other chickens.  He offered to come and help me and we managed to lock both dogs in the shed til the officers from the pound arrived to take them away .

I wrapped my bubba chookens in a tablecloth and put them in a box and prayed the others would come home when it was time to go to bed.  Benny came back to the house, all the way from work to console me, for which I was very grateful.

Around lunch time Georgia appeared.  She stood under a bush at the back door and it was obvious that she had suffered an injury to her side and her wing.  I felt that she had sacrificed her wing to save her life.  I didn’t want to distress her further so left her there to see how she went as the day progressed.

I went to pick up Lawson from school and sadly told him about the tragic loss of our two favorite chickens.  We had a big cry on the way back home but were relieved to drive in the yard and find the other two girls had come back and were unscathed.

Later that afternoon we heard our neighbour calling out the names of his dogs, uh oh.  These german gun dogs were used for pig shooting and thus had a taste for blood.  Because of this they were always kept locked away in a pen in a corner of their yard were even I as their neighbour had never seen a glimpse.  He called to me over the fence and asked if I had seen a creamy whitish dog and another brownish one.  I told him the whole story and even though I was sad I didn’t feel great about having his dogs taken away to the pound.  I apologized and explained that I didn’t know they were his dogs and would have called him if I thought they were.  He was happy the dogs were safe, equally apologetic that they had killed the chickens and almost embarrassed that this accident had  happened.  Seemed the dogs ate their way through the wire fence, slipped through the narrow gap between two other fences and came across the creek into our yard.  The next morning he bailed them out of doggy jail and was back on the front door step apologizing again.  But what can you do, they are great neighbours and the fence is now very, very secure.

During the day I worked up the courage to bury the chickens.  One of our friends had buried their beautiful old dog under their lime tree when it died and it produced more fruit than it ever had in the years after that.  So I went out to my lemon tree that has never in three years produced a fruit, gently pried it out of the ground, and dug down further.  It was hard work made harder by tears, but somehow I felt that as I had benefited from their companionship so much it was only right that I should be the one to bury them and not leave it as a job for my husband to do.  I placed some straw on the soil in the hole and lay them side by side, said a little prayer and covered them over, placing the lemon tree on top.  

It’s now a couple of months down the track and we have two new lovely black hens (Eugene and Tandoori) producing lots of lovely eggs and even the older girls have been spurred along to produce some again.  The “lemon chicken tree” is now in flower with more blooms than ever before and looking healthier with the prospect of many fruit to come.  I talk to it regularly as I am a bit of a nut, and the irony is not lost on me that one of the few things you cannot feed chickens is citrus, but you can definitely feed a citrus chicken.

Chapter 25 - Try this at Home

Chapter 25

Try this at Home

Since my chapter “Pickled and Preserved” I have had many requests to share the recipes for Eggplant Kasundi and Holy Guacamole Salsa, so I thought that this week , as the projects don't necessarily keep up with the blogs, that I would share those with you.  Please bare in mind that these taste all that much better when the majority of the ingredients have been grown in the sun in a particular little corner of your own back yard.  So if you enjoy these recipes I hope that it spurs you on to get your own hands dirty and plant at least two of the easiest vegies to grow; the humble cherry tomato and the exquisite eggplant.

Eggplant Kasundi - this recipe was adapted from an eggplant chutney recipe.

Ingredients

• ¼ cup pure olive oil
• 1 medium red onion, diced finely
• 2 jalapeños
• 3 cloves of garlic crushed
• 1 thumb sized piece of ginger grated
• 1 teaspoon coriander seeds
• 2 teaspoons ground turmeric
• 1 teaspoon cumin seeds
• 2 teaspoons ground cumin
• 4 tablespoons tomato paste
• ¼ cup brown sugar
• ¼ cup white wine vinegar
• 1 tablespoon seeded mustard
• ¼ cup water
• 8 Lebanese eggplants, or 12 dwarf eggplants diced finely
• ¼ cup chopped coriander leaves

Method

1. Heat half the oil in a large saucepan and cook onions, chili, garlic until softened. Add spice and cook stirring for 1 minute or until fragrant. Add tomato paste and cook until combined. Add sugar and vinegar and cook mixture until reduced and jam-like. 
2. Fold through diced eggplant, water and seeded mustard.
3. Cook over low heat for 20 minutes or until eggplant skin has softened. Fold through coriander leaves, season to taste.
4. Pour into sterilized preserving jars.  Great served with cheese on a cheese board, on sandwiches, with egg dishes etc.

Holy Guacamole Salsa

Prep time: 10 min

Cook time: 15 min

Ready in: 25 min

Yields: Serves 6

Ingredients

• 6-8 large Roma tomatoes OR can whole tomatoes, drained OR better still two punnets of your own homegrown cherry tomatoes
• 2 small or 1 medium onion(s), diced
• 3 garlic cloves, minced or pressed
• 2-3 hot chilies, seeded and halved, we use our own homegrown jalapeños 
• 1/2-1 cup (a handful) fresh coriander leaves, to taste
• 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
• ground pepper, to taste
• 1 Tablespoon vegetable oil
• 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin, optional
• juice of one lemon or lime, optional

Method

1. If using fresh tomatoes, add ½ inch of water to a large saucepan over medium-high heat. Place cherry tomatoes in whole.  They will break down during cooking at which time you can mash them with a potato masher or fork.
2. While you dice the onions, simmer tomatoes until water evaporates and tomatoes start to soften. Peel and discard any skins if using large tomatoes.
3. Toss tomatoes, hot peppers and coriander into a blender container. Blend until smooth.
4. Heat 1 Tablespoon of oil in the pan over medium-high heat. Sauté onions and garlic in hot oil for about 10 seconds; just a flash in the pan.
5. Add blended tomato mixture to the pan with the onions and garlic and give it a stir.
6. Season with salt and ground pepper to taste. Add cumin if desired.
7. Simmer on medium-low for about 15 minutes, or until salsa is reduced and thick. You may need to increase cook time if tomatoes are very juicy.
8. You can add the juice of a fresh lime or lemon at this point, although it's not necessary and will temper the salsa's spiciness.
9. Serve with tortilla chips, enchiladas, tacos, scrambled eggs, etc.

Chapter 24 - All in a Day's Work

Chapter 24

All in a Day’s Work

I am constantly amazed at how much can be accomplished in one day of solid work on our little patch.  

How something can be transformed from a weed covered wasteland to a crop producing aesthetically pleasing place of peace.  Inevitably though to devote an entire day to the garden means to ignore our son in the process.  We just can’t seem to get him involved in any of our projects and in all reality I remember being just the same when I was a teenager.  Can I remember planting vegies in the garden or weeding a patch of lawn...NO fear!  So I guess I cant really blame him, I just wish that it would be something we could do together.  So now we are getting a little smarter, organizing lessons on a Saturday or workshops for him to attend, or phoning a friend to come and hang out in the yard for the day to help get him outside at least and pries  him away from his laptop and the internet.

Just recently I wanted to tackle the “garden bed” on the left hand side of our driveway because frankly as a first impression it was leaving a lot to be desired.  As Benny was on a motorbike ride with his mates from church, I called up one of Lawson’s friends to come and hang out with him and viola I had several hours to myself.  We had weeks previously bought six bags of sugar cane mulch from the local Bunnings and they were stacked neatly in the shed waiting for the opportunity and time to arise.  This particular garden I had neglected for quite some time and so now it was full of weeds (I wish I had taken a before photo), and so I set about pulling most of them out physically which took the best part of the first back breaking hour.  Now from previous experience I knew that if I meticulously laid wads of our accumulated local newspapers and covered them with a healthy layer of fresh mulch, then before I could turn around the chickens would be in and scratching it all up again.  So I had to become a fence builder before I could go any further with the project.

In another little garden bed near the tennis court I had recently planted jalapeños and bell chilli peppers and had kind of taken a punt that I didn’t really need a high fence to dissuade the chickens from getting in there and digging up new plants before they got the chance to get established.  I bought some half metre garden stakes, hammered them in the ground at intervals and cut the snake and vermon mesh to about the same height.  This I ran along between the stakes and secured with zip clips which I later trimmed off to make them virtually invisible.  This provided me with a low fence that protects the new plants but will allow harvesting to be easy once the bushes have gained some height, at which point the fence could be reused and relocated to an area of new planting.  Tricky hey!

So using my newly acquired expertise I used the same technique and created a long low fence on top of the brick garden edging (one day that will go) that would provide a barrier to the chickens and prevent the layers of mulch washing away in the event of heavy rain.  Then I turned on the sprinkler system and wet the ground for a while.  Another technique I have learnt which stops newspaper flying away with every gust of wind before you have the chance to put the mulch on to hold it down is to turn on the sprinkle system as you are laying the paper.  Not something I advise in the height of winter but very successful on a scorching summers day when you are wringing wet from sweating your guts out building a fence!  The black poly pipe and its little jets created a fine mist of water which was just enough to soak both myself and the paper and wet the ground sufficiently underneath it.  Once a metre or so of paper was laid I would turn off the sprinkler and lay the mulch, then on again with the sprinkler and paper and then off again for more mulch.  This is when I really could of used a hand because each run to the tap which was not located close at hand, involved hopping over the fence and back again, way too many times.  But the boys were playing and I wasn’t going to interrupt them just to stand there and be my tap turners so I got more exercise than I bargained for and persisted.  Until I ran out of newspapers.  Do you know how many papers I went through and it only covered half the area I needed it to, and of course it was too late to stop the project now mid way through.  So I had another brainy idea, I took all the discarded plastic bags the mulch came in, cut the welds, flattened them out and lay them on the ground like a weed mat.  They covered a lot of ground and were much easier to handle than the paper and seemed to be just as effective.  So six bags later the garden was covered and the project complete.  In this particular garden I have a hibiscus to attract the bees and for some colour, a Tahitian Lime, Avocado, Olive, some stray Bird of Paradise that  I think run under the fence from the neighboring property and my Lemon Chicken Tree which will be the subject of my next chapter so I wont spoil that with an explanation just now.

Weeks, nay months later and the garden still looks fresh and weed free.  There has been sufficient rain which is hopefully retained in the soil much longer now for the mulching and lots of beautiful sunshine to boot.  Just this weekend I noticed some new growth on the lime and what looks like some buds on the lemon so fingers crossed my hard work has paid off.

The best thing was later that afternoon while I was cleaning up, Lawson and his mate came out to the yard to skateboard on the tennis court and his mate looked at the garden with a big dopey grin and amazement on his face and exclaimed “Did you do all of that in just one day?”.  Amazing what you can achieve in one day, isn’t it.

Chapter 23 - Weeds

Chapter 23

Weeds

One of the toughest things about managing the two acres that we have is our constant battle with the weeds.  The advantage of living in this tropical state with its bounty of warm sunshine and plentiful rain means we have healthy vegies and lush grass which is almost always overshadowed by an amazing crop of the tallest weed trees you have ever seen.   I grew up in Victoria where for the most part plants were small and dainty like the little alyssums that grew between the pavers at Aunty Maizie's house and the pretty pink blush of the delicate cherry blossom flowers at Nanna’s. Even the weeds as I remember them were small and fragile and could be teased out of the ground by Mum and Dad with a little hand tool.  Now my memory of this process may be a little hazy as I wasn’t much into gardening in those days and it did seem like an awful waste of time when there were Barbies to be dressed and ballet to be practiced but I feel that the Victorian weeds were a great deal weaker than the ones that grow up here.

Now just as you may never have heard of cherry tomato trees, you may never have come across in your suburban backyard the anomaly known colloquially as the Spiky Apple Tree.  These are the mother of all weeds!  They start out as a pair of small fleshy leaves on a thicker than usual stalk which seems at first very easy to grab and also lifts out of the soil in full without breaking, bonus!  If you are smart and lucky enough to grab them early, always with gloves on to protect what’s left of your manicure, you will inevitably still feel the sharp jab of the immature version of the spikes that grow hidden just under the leaf or just below the cover of the dirt.  That just hints to the power of the prongs it develops if the plant is allowed to mature.  These plants grow fast, really fast, and because of their method of propagation they grow en mass.  See, its not only a coincidence that I talk about them and reference the cherry tomato trees as the spiky apple produces hundreds of green berries the size of marbles that if squashed resemble an underripe cherry tomato full to the brim with seeds that represent potentially another grove of spiky apple forrest.  Once mature these trees develop trunks, which will keep growing until about six meters tall and the trunks fifteen centimeters or more in diameter.  They are covered in the biggest (and small sneaky ones) thorns at every point on the trunk.  At this point if you have been crazy enough to allow other projects to get in the way of weed control you will need to chainsaw them through the trunk, drill holes in the stump and inject with a syringe any type of scary poison that will finally stop them dead in their tracks (that is apart from the potential babies growing at the foot of the tree).  Then you must chop it up and cart it away which will leave you scratched and scarred and bleeding.  You have probably read enough so far as to rightly assume we have let this pest get away from us, but let me assure you that it was not all our fault.

Talking with neighbours always gives you a great insight into the past of the property you now own and as our lovely neighbour Ross has been in his house on one side of ours for about thirty odd years and has had at sometimes a closer relationship with some of the previous owners than others, he is a wealth of information about our home and its previous occupants.  He told us the story of the “mad irishman” who would wander down to the secret garden every morning and play his bag pipes in his pajamas! Then there was the drug lord down the road who came home one day in a Rolls Royce he had won at the Casino.  He told us how with the second owner of our house, he helped cement the boulders together to build the tranquil, cascading, water feature at one end of our swimming pool, how the excavation works of the same owner ruined the tranquil creek and its turtle habitat and how he and that same owner put up the fence dividing both their properties not long after that.  Ross also warned that very same owner about the spiky apple, but this horticultural brains trust thought that they were the best, fastest growing trees he had ever seen and just let them run rampant!  The seeds then flowed off down the creek to propagate many more spiky apple forests and so on and so on...  So we have been and will continue to be fighting a loosing battle with this particular weed it seems.

There are all sorts of other weeds to contend with also on the property, like the one that grows like a vine that overtakes full trees and ties them up in knots with rope that could support Tarzan, and the one that pretends to be a ground cover plant by producing pretty yellow flowers that attract the native bees but lays down roots every five centimetres which makes it near impossible to pull up and remove entirely.  One that I fight the good fight with every week in my vegie garden we probably all have in common.  You may know it by either of these names; cobbler’s pegs or mother of millions, or perhaps your family had a special pet name for it all of their own.  All we know is that the weeds have been here long before us and previous owners and will no doubt continue to be here long after we are gone.  Whatever the case in our feeble attempt to control them they are in fact controlling us, eating into our precious time that could be spent enjoying the place or doing other projects and eating into our finances with purchase of chemicals, sprayers, chains etc.  I cant see at this point a real solution to our weed problem but...hey just an idea but don’t goats eat everything in sight?  I think maybe we should get a goat!