Words I Like

  • "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are." Alfred Austin
  • "My whole life has been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God's presence, the kind of transcendent magical experience that lets you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first compost heap." Bette Midler

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I've given up. I am hoping now for autumn to return any gardening mo jo I had. I am down to soil testing and nurturing the compost bin, which when I opened it the other day was crawling with maggots. Nice. The day prior, it was sweet smelling and I was giving myself a pat on the back for having a good compost. Nope. Not even that's working for me.

Ahem...4% dam level.
No watering with a hose at all - only buckets.
AND...42C+ for days in a row!!
The actual stems on my roses have burnt - I've never seen that before.
It is a bit disheartening but you kinda get used to it.
I'm just happy none of the trees have carked it.
Get some great swathes of shade cloth, or hessian sacks or even pruned tree branches and throw it over the stuff you don't want to get burnt - it really does work.
You can see how "lovely and lush" our landscape is at present, here:

my roses were burnt as well - just when they were getting lovely new fresh blooms. cest la vie...

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