Ready to Go

Day 250   September 18th The first of the new tomato plants is ready for transplanting into the big world of the garden bed.  I'm hoping there won't be too long a gap between the last tomatoes of the old batch and the new ones.  I"ll be putting a basil plant in at the same time ready for bruschetta.

Pale Sun

Day 249   September 17th
Back home.  There must have been some fires or maybe an inversion; it was extremely smoggy.  The good part about polluted skies is the beautful sunsets, and this one was spectacular.  Unfortunately I couldn't capture it on my camera. The sun was a vibrant red ball, not an insipid pink one.  Apparently there is a feature on the camera for sunsets, but I didn't mess around looking for it; the sun was fast disappearing.

The Very Tree

Day 248   September 16th
Thankfully the bush turkeys chose a different tree the next night.

Bush Turkeys

Day247   September 15th
We shared the campground with several bush turkeys, more than I have ever seen together in fact. I imagine the easy access to food has swelled there ranks; they certainly seemed to feel that our hanging rubbish bag was there for their benefit. None of them had the yellow stripe and red wobbly neck skin so I presume they were all females or just too young. They spent a lot of time perched in the trees (when they weren't foraging for scraps) and apparently spent the first night in the tree above our car. In the morning it was smeared with bird poop.  Obviously they mistook it for their bathroom.

Our Cottontree View

Day 246   September 14th
We spent a few days camping at Cottontree, Maroochydore; this is the view from our site.

Back Home

Day 245   September 13th

I've tidied up after the plumber, spread the bark and finally the sculptures are back home.

Spuds

Day 244   September 12th Sometimes it feels like all I write about and photograph are failures.  They're not a true representation of the garden. We have tomatoes and yams for Africa and enough herbs to make exotic teas for all of Welly Point, but I can't take pictures of each tomato.  It's the mistakes that are most interesting, if less satisfying. Anyway these potatoes were not a mistake.  The bottom styrofoam container contained these plus a couple more.  Not a bad yield for one box.  Pity about the top floor.  Next time I will just plant each box seperately.  Bungalows rather than highrise.  Because I grow so few I make a fuss of them when we eat them. These were boiled with mint, served with butter and a sprinkle of black pepper and eaten with boiled eggs and avocado. Yummy!