House sitting on a farm is quite different to house sitting in suburbia. It is peaceful, no traffic noise, only the sounds of nature. A background hum of insects, calls of the birds, wind rustling through the trees.
Then there is the garden…
No tiny veggie patch here. It is almost the size of a Market Garden…
Looking back towards the house. I have pulled out soooo many weeds, but still they keep coming to haunt me…
Looking in the opposite direction across part of the potatoe patch down to the tomatoes flourishing on their stakes. Notice the plant on the left?
It is producing an embarrassing number of these marrows. Help, anyone out there have any marrow recipes?
To the right of the potatoes is the sweet corn plantation. They are not quite ready yet, but when they are there are hundreds of them…
Did you notice the beans? Well already I have frozen so many and still they keep coming.
We had an “Oops” moment with them last weekend. After a stormy and windy evening, when I checked the garden next morning, I found the middle structure of beans blown over flat…
Can you see that gap and the sad mound of leaves?
Fortunately we had our son staying for the weekend and he helped Jack haul it up and re-stake it.
So they live to produce another day…
Here are more and more…
This is a very dry area as it is situated in the rain shadow of the Blue Mountains. There are 2 large dams on the property to supply abundant water every where. Kim has an ingenious watering system covering all the main areas, worked by timers, and all day they turn sprinklers on different areas in rotation.
The veggie garden has 3 sprinklers that I move around to a different part each night and turn on the timer to water the areas for 5-6 hours during the evening.
I have never tasted such crunchy and delicious vegetables. We are living on the fruits of our labour and feeling so healthy.
I will end this post with the other member of our animal family. Hippy is very ancient in cat years. I think she is in her late teens and spends all her days lazing in shady spots around the garden.
gypsy life 