My vegetable garden has been sorely neglected these past couple of weeks.
Other than racing in to grab a handful of goodness for dinner, I've barely spent any time up there.
Thankfully the button squash seem to soldier on regardless,
as does the basil, which seems intent on world domination.
The zucchinis haven't been as prolific as I would have liked, with many of the fruit suffering from some form of end-rot (all suggestions welcomed). The next garden plot has been planted with fresh zucchini seedlings, hoping for more luck with them.
And the broccoli have been planted, although they seem to be disappearing as fast as I plant new ones in the ground.
Rocket, silverbeet and shallots have done very well, cucumbers have nearly finished after a mammoth production effort and Wallace inspects his solitary watermelon every evening in the hope it may be ready to eat.
We've been busy concentrating on other aspects of our rural life.
Mainly involving cows.
And cows just don't give two hoots for veges it would seem.
After AI'ing a hundred cows Saturday for some friends (in return for two tonnes of corn - yes the barter system is alive and well in this neck of the woods), we flushed here on Sunday. Embryos out, embryos in, more babies to adore in nine months time. Yesterday, maintaining the back end of a cow type theme, we headed north to preg-test some cows in which we'd implanted embryos some five or six weeks back. The results weren't as pleasing as we would have liked, frozen embryos can be a little tricky like that. Next weekend we head west to implant seventy frozen Brangus embryos currently residing in our liquid nitrogen tank. Undoubtedly they'll be pleased to enter warmer surroundings.
Today, to shake things up a little, the boss is setting me up on the tractor, ploughing our hay paddock which has been even more neglected than the vege patch. Hopefully the act of cultivating will inspire me to spend a little more time with my vegetables.