One day, in the middle of a morning reading sessions, Alannah burst into song:
Testa, spalle, ginocchi piedi, ginocchi piedi.
Testa, spalle, ginocchi piedi, ginocchi piedi.
Ho due occhi, un naso, la bocca, e due orecchi.
This poor little Okitsu Wabe - a variety of Satsuma - Mandarin was planted (engrounded to use a "Paltrowism") in the middle of June 2013. So that makes 9 months, to further labour the analogy! And, these are all that is left of the myriad fruit that it tried to set during the Spring. I had no idea it could take 5/6 months to mature fruit. However, the Eureka Lemon is following suit. These Mandarin, however, are not attractive to the eye. I find that fruit and vegies in a home garden are not a patch on the PERFECTION found in the large supermarkets. I will gradually convert some of the beds to flowers, where I am less critical, requiring that all they do is look pretty, not be formed perfectly! |
The Kumquat, also pictured here, has two distince fruitings still on the tree, There are quite a few new fruit that look ready to progress to maturity. It is a pretty bush, what with the emerald and the bright orange. The fruit is a bit tart to eat, and I mainly bought the bush for its splash of colour in the walkways. |
Books and reading is a very big "thing" in our house. Each of us reads to the girls daily. Grandad reads to Alannah when she visits each Thursday or goes for a sleep-over. We are constantly looking for quality books, and complicated books. We have our fair share of film spin-offs, of Little Golden Books, and Dr Seuss books. Each Tuesday, Kirsten takes the girls to the library next to the pre-school. We are going to work our way through some award books. Here is a list of the Early Childhood Book of the Year since its inception in 2001, the first name being the author, the second name being the illustrator. |
My feeling is that the Honour books, and the Short-listed books should not be overlooked. To this end, I will obtain a list of all winners, in all categories, since these awards by the Children's Book Council of Australia originated in 1946. Before the Early Childhood category was included, books were assessed under the category of Picture Book of the Year. This could be aimed at any child from the age of 0 to 18 years. So I will flip through this list, too, as I would not want to overlook any classics! I have illustrated this post with snippets from "The Runaway Hug" |
Keep the home fires burning, | Songs from the 1914 conflagration pop into my consciousness on a regular basis. The justification can be scant. I had also thoughts of Wilfred Owen and his drawing-down of blinds in sad shires, as I looked at these images, and the story they are about to tell. I guess I border on the maudlin, the saccharine. However, I am not alone. I was reading in The Guardian the other day about a book of poetry ready to hit the book-stalls where men have been asked to nominate a poem that brought them to tears. The comments to the article, for me, have equal value to the content of the book. But, you are wondering, "the price of fish"? |
In two weeks, we will turn back the clocks; not to 1914, or even to the medieval world of knights and dames. Reverting to standard times will plunge our evenings into earlier gloom, where our suburban street becomes less safe, and less secure. Where a light cast from our home gives fillip to the heart of the weary worker. But, alas and alack, we have no such light that can be seen from the curve at the beginning of our cul-de-sac. So, out intent is to create one. When we widened the driveway last year, Darren had ensured that conduit with electrical wiring was embeded within. We (HE) now has two tasks: first, connect the wires to the existing electricals of the house (I have it on good authority that he wishes to include a light-sensitive timer in this); second, create a stone pedestal with a light fitting atop. |
So, here be nine light-fittings selected from google images, to get us started. I have suggested that perhaps the light should be grey rather than black, but this was not well-received. Hmmm ... I thought to match with the awnings, but obviously not. I think of the pedestal to the height of the final fence post with the light as high above that as to enable it to be seen from the afore mentioned curve, remembering the jungle next door (which just may need to be trimmed occasionally). |
This is a "Brown Turkey" fig which I purchased this year as root-stock. I think I could say it grew like the clappers. But then the top leaves started to curl inwards, and they (and other leaves) started to wither at the edges. I suspected the plant was root-bound. But, this was one of my larger pots. In desperation, I snipped the new growth at the top out. But, root-bound is root bound. Then, Hamish held his "Moving Out" sale. And he wanted to off-load this massive pot for $60. Goodo thunk I; I'll have that. I bought the pot, a 2-wheel trolley, and a couple of other things for $80. |
But, the fig was SO root-bound, that I had no chance of getting it out of the original pot. Swallowing my pride, I asked my son-in-law for help. *Hangs head in shame.* He twisted, and eased, twisted and dusted, but the pot burst its gunnels rather than let the fig-tree free. I had the soil all prepared in the massive pot, and it was a wriggle-of-worms, as I scooped soil to the edges to prepare a shallow resting place for the massive bundle of roots. The rain today has settled it some more, Tomorrow I will give it a good hose, and top up the pot with some friable compost I have brewed 'specially for the task. But, what to do with the shards? Mr Google tells me that terracotta pots are repaired all the time. All the time. All that is required is a two-part epoxy glue. From what I have read, "Milliput" appears to be a good product for this task, but I am having trouble getting online suppliers to ship to Australia. Must all have Mercator-maps. Blimey! Not even Mr Bunnings can help me. Drats! |
Don't quote me on this, but I think our front hedge is a Lilly Pilly Cascade. There are so many of the bloomin' things! I gather - because Mr Google told me - that Lilly Pilly is of the genus Syzygium which belongs to the myrtle family, Myrtaceae. They have flowers, they have berries, and they have delicate, droopy colourful leaves. I want them to provide a privacy barrier, but not to totally block out the sun. The result is a bit like a bikini top, I am afraid. |
I cannot say I am enamoured. As a hedge, they are a bit like a hippie in the Cold-Stream Guards. Just thought how much that comparison dates me! As a hedge they are very woody. I guess that just means I should clip them more frequently. I got Darren to show me how the hedge-trimmer works today, but I do not have enough strength to keep the safety bar pushed down to let the blade whirr. So, it is back to the clippers. I did them on Friday, but the result is a smidge undulating as you can see. |
So Hamish, the guy across the road with the chooks has moved. He has divested of sundry "stuff". I have bought a couple of things, but mostly I have waited for him to give them to me. One of the things he shoved my way was this fishpond. A fishpond is all well and good, but not, perhaps, if one has three cats. and the fishpond is as low-slung as this one. So, water plants it is then. Not big enough for water-lilies, methinks. Even the plants the breeders classify as "small" require that the growth tip be immersed 20cms below the water surface. I will keep looking. |