At home the inlet pipe to the pump on the creek
was washed from its mooring
in the first week of my absence.
This is not an uncommon occurrence
when it rains and the creek flow increases.
It took me about ten minutes, when I got home,
to wade into the creek,
relocate the inlet valve, weight it down,
prime the pump and turn it on.
But these are tasks way beyond The Cook's
desire to understand. When I try to explain anything technical,
she gets this crazy glazed look in her eyes
and I know there is no point.
So she resorted to using buckets to water the garden
using the rainwater tanks.
There were a couple of casualties
but most things survived...even if they didn't flourish.
|Well, the corn did OK.|
|Here is the 'before trip' photo.|
|It looks quite lush...those plants in the middle bed,|
the one with the tee pee, are carrots
going happily to seed.
|...same view before I went away.|
I planted climbing bean seeds before I left,
and they are up and aiming for the sky.
The chickens evaded the vegetable garden security
and dug up some seedlings.
When I arrived home,
I was able to bandicoot some potatoes
and there was a huge Greyzini zucchini
which was promptly dispatched to the soup pot
and the first zucchini slice of the season.
We gave away seven dozen eggs on the weekend.
Hortense has gone clucky and is sitting on seven eggs.
The Araucanas are just about fully grown
and I think I will soon be able
to pick the difference between the roosters and the hens.
Jenny's babies are mostly feathered and strong.
It was fabulous to see my little American family
and I was sad to leave them.
But it is good to be home too.