...the divine Miss M. observes avian activity below in the garden. On being dragged down into the sunshine, simple mother is overcome with an urge to remove almost all last year's herbs and feed them to the ladies in red. (Their foolish companions are over the fence again so they miss out.)
Here it lies in its glory, chockers with chook poo and straw and big fat worms. The Magpie of Good Gardening concentrates on making the soil fully fecund. (I love that word, 'fecund', particularly when uttered by Stephen Fry in Cold Comfort Farm.)
Lala is delighted to fill her tee shirt hem with cherry tomatoes and to use a thing called a 'hose' to do a thing called 'watering'. These are children of the drought remember.
We will keep you posted with what manages to grow amidst the chickens, the bush turkeys and the possums.
Today Shorty also took delight in emptying a bag of clothes destined for Ron and Brian's boutique de bric a brac. There goes the op shop karma for the week. They are worn despite being four sizes too big. Little sisters want to look like big sisters it seems, even down to scraping those few scant hairs into pigtails. That spot at the back of the neck is inexorably linked to me having all these babies. It is one of my favourite nuzzling bits.