wind

my goodness!

We've had gale force winds for two days now and it's doing my head in!

Yesterday I went to leave the office to go to lunch and the door slammed back in my face.

As I was walking back with dust and small branches blowing into my legs as I stepped up onto the curb the wind blew my sandal off!

All this on top of 30 degree temps makes the house insufferable with closed windows

but who wants to 'escape' to air conditioned malls at Christmas time??

Today I woke up to grass fires to the south of us and a flood warning for the river.

Fire and flood at the same time,

somethings up!

Meanwhile the baking urge has yet to leave me

the floor washing one has yet to arrive

which is good

because with all the dust and mess the wind has blown in the floor is truly appalling

makes me happy that I have yet to tackle my daily goal of floor washing.

I ran out of mixing bowls and coincidentally

(I really wanted to spell that cowinceidentally)

I had to go to the brand new Rolleston Wharehouse

and found this really great bowl for $6.99

Lovin' this bowl

cheap and nasty pink, nobody will ever nick it.

Score!

More banana muffys I think.

Must go and batten down the lambies before they blow away.

And thanks for asking, we are still having earthquakes.

We just don't notice them so much anymore. 

It's got boring talking about them unless you meet someone new.

Then you automatically share scary Big One stories and then you have the shared trauma bond. 

We are just a ball of natural disasters lately.

I yam what I yam

This is the sky today.

It is now much worse than that. Just another winter storm. I've been waiting patiently for the weather to get frosty enough that I could harvest my yams.

I don't recommend growing yams as they tend to take over the garden and apparently you can't never get rid of them. Plus they take six months to grow (thats like 4 days in Farmville). On the other hand I quite like perpetually growing food, between the surprise of where they pop up and my laziness, yams might prove to be my favourite crop ever.

However, on sunny Saturday when I was wearing a t-shirt and bare feet I could have dug up my yams but didn't, not sure why. So it is on this yukky Queen's Birthday Monday that I suit up in my Hunting&Fishing polar fleece beanie, my Swazi polar fleece t-shirt, my Kathmandu polar fleece hoodie with the big pouch pocket, my flannel jamma pants (see previous post for other inappropriate jama wearing), woollen bed socks and my milking gumboots to head out and see how my yams were doing and take in a few.

The soil was gluggy and sticky. I realised that I like harvesting this year's yams cause they are red and easy to see, unlike potatoes that just look like balls of mud.

I filled this bowl, took them inside and washed them....

And have now successfully given away about a quarter of them. There are another quarter for C-loe and another for across the road and then a quarter for me to roast up tonight and then take some to work tomorrow because I bet it is snowing up in Methven and there is no way I'm going out in this weather if I don't have to.

Roast vege salad for lunch, yum!