My vegetable garden's been sorely neglected of late. Down to only one chook in the chook house meant I was short of vege garden scratchers and diggers. I secured four more odd-bods when a family recently moved from the district,
a more diverse selection of chooks you wouldn't see.
But they can scratch and so the moveable chook pen is again in action.
The pumpkin vines which come up with gay abandon everywhere are usually removed, though I've left one and am madly breaking off runners as they appear through the fence.
Silver beet is still on the menu, such a hit with the kids.
I love the flavour and am happy to throw a giant handful in a pan of stir-fry. They manage to draft it off to the side, and back to the chook pen it goes in the scrap bucket.
Recent seedling plantings have met with quick approval from whatever nocturnal vegetarians are about.
Though they seem not too keen on Chinese cabbage. One tomato plant has survived, as have a handful of broccoli, the coriander and shallots.
A new row of fruit trees are doing well,
new shoots abounding.
Fifteen unexpected but glorious millimetres of rain yesterday will certainly help their progress.