dry

dry, dry, dry is my garden.


Good thing the earthquake shifted my house further over an aquifer. Now I have an endlessly running tap from the spring that used to only run when we had three days of rain. Now it flows and floods my backyard. I'm thinking of putting a pond in as a water feature.



I am a bit nervous about contacting the council to sort the spring out. I heard they charge an arm and a leg if you have a spring on your land. For the first two years I was here it was drought so I didn't know there was a spring - I don't think I should have to pay for the privilege of having something I didn't know about, oh wait, council is government and I already pay for a ton of things I don't know I have.... hmmmm.



I have an old watering can (though it should be a watering plastic) under the unspigotted tap and drag it over to water my dry gardens. At this point I would normally put a photo of pretty flowering pansies and poppies but I'm about a month behind in getting my garden into shape and am too embarrassed to show you my weed filled beds. Thank goodness for lambs to eat all the evidence of weeds and flowers for that matter.



This howling wind - which is seasonal for us so it's not like we don't know it's coming - stirs up my sleep and I woke this morning thinking about Tiddy Bears and Oti. I think because I was being teased for having a kiwi accent last Wednesday (way to go missionaries - I don't think you should be teased for having an accent in your own country). Oti laughed and laughed at Tiddy Bears - hope it still makes you laugh Ots!