Progress on the hedge is looking good. It’s getting its makeover done steadily. I’ve now reached far enough at the front that I should start working from the back so that I don’t leave the hedge too bare between my kitchen window and my neighbour’s window for too long.

It’s great to take a photo every week and see how far I have gone. Maybe there’s less than a hundred trees in this hedge. Some of the upper limbs are really thick, I am considering a top handle chainsaw at this point. A really cheap one, short bar length, light weight.

This hedge spread out on to my side from the trunk for about 2 meters. Times that by the 50 meter length, and I have lost 100 square meters on my quarter acre section. That’s 10% of the land. The lesson here, if your hedge will not grow back if cut back to old wood, trim it frequently or it will start taking up more space. Otherwise, plant a hedge that takes hard pruning and will grow back from just about anything.

Got some good size Autumn raspberries ripening up at the moment. Good move planting them out from the pot.

And some strawberries. I don’t need them to flower and fruit, I really just need them to start running so that I can get more free plants.

Ducks having a field day on a rotten pumpkin. They are doing a good job shitting everywhere in the Forest Garden. Good microbiology in the making.

Next week, start pruning the hedge from the back. Just need to figure out how to climb in and out over there. Chainsaw can wait. And I also figured out why they sell jigsaw blades in multi-pack. With the amount of sawing I’m doing, blade sure wear out fast.


It’s been a lovely weekend. The weather had been awesome and I caught up with all the mowing and cleaning up Caesar’s poop. I even mowed my neighbour’s berm as he is away. Anyway, the main focus of this weekend is Crate Day. Or, Crate Days.

It’s like a production line, making all 8 crates at once, in steps. The sides were made up last week, first thing this week is to join both sides together by doing the bottom. Making sure they are nice and square.

Then one of the longer sides. All gets the glue first, dries, then nails, then pin punched.

Then the other longer sides goes in. Everything nice and square. Quite a miracle, that for once, I actually got 8 nice and square crates.

From concept to conception. Drawn on the back of an envelope that’s asking for a donation to a cause.

A bit of sanding to follow next week to smooth out the edges. Then another round of linseed oil to further bring out the wood grain al naturale.

Last but not least, committing to my 5 trees a day pruning plan. 15 trees down so far. Some are easy and some are harder, a tiny chainsaw might be of good help, then again, I’ve got chainsaw-phobia.

I’ll definitely have to remove those prunings. Will probably do them all when the jobs done. The crowns of the trees are quite something. Thick as my arm.

Prey Hard Pray Harder

This Easter is an interesting one. There’s the Cyclone Cook on and before Good Friday battering down the country and running out of steam by the time it arrives at Christchurch. I was looking forward to a really good downpour. I think I miss the crazy thunderstorms we used to have back in KL, trying to make it home after work, getting stuck in a jam for 2 hours, windscreen wipers going at maximum speed but does nothing to help with the visibility, and getting completely drenched trying to get into the house.

Anyway, I found this guy on the Globe Artichoke by the mailbox.

The decaying plant is a magnet for flies, and so, he caught one.

I bet he doesn’t have to pray very hard to get one.

He doesn’t have to prey very hard either.

Like they say, ask and thou shall receive. I think it’s a very tasty lunch. He completely ignores me getting up close with the macro lens. Like a in your face paparazzi. He ignores me, because he is full of confidence in doing his own thing.

Bugger that, I went off and start on a long overdue project. That Oregon Hedge. The hedge that I destroyed by over-trimming. Someone once said, when you are halfway to hell, might as well make it a full trip before coming home. Maybe I said that.

The plan is to cut my side of the Oregon Hedge all the way back to the trunk. Put up a black windbreak as a temporary fence as well as to reduce visibility. Plant a new hedge on the base. I’ve already got the Corokia Bronze King and Tagasate Tree Lucerne set aside for delivery in Spring. The plan is to deal with 5 trees every day that I am off. I think there’s 100 trees in there. It should take me all Winter. The road to hell is cold.

Another of my latest long overdue project. It was on my list from the day I moved into this place. It’s not Uno Stacko. It’s a bookshelf. Or should I say, beer crates. Still work in progress, the nails I’ve got are 1mm too long, I’m going to have to take those back and get shorter ones.

Till next week.

Making a Mess

The ducks are getting plump. I am not sure if it is part of their growth process or just being really well fed. I’ve been clearing out the Mandala Garden and threw a lot of scraps over the fence into the Forest Garden. The ducks were then herded up there and left alone, they started foraging. Then they have a drink, and have a nap. Sunflowers went over. Tomatoes went over. Some corn went over. Vege scraps went over. The drake is starting to have a bit of a dark green colour on his head, should we say, he is starting to man up.

The sunflowers and corn have all been felled and the stalks used to line the outer edges of the Mandala Garden. The rest of the blueberries planted. I’ll be planting the stones for some of the stonefruits next week. Tomatoes have done their dash and have been ripped out as well. All that’s left are the pumpkins.

I thought this is Burgess Buttercup but the greyish colour is throwing me off. I’m not sure what this variety is. It looks like a Crown Pumpkin, but I didn’t plant any of that in here.

This is how a Burgess Buttercup looks like. There’s a few of them around.

Squash Delicata. Seeds were hard to come by for a while.

These are all second season seeds. The plants are stronger and the fruit larger.

Next season they might be as big as this one. From the size of an iPhone to the size of a full blown marrow.

Every season, Thelma Sanders Sweet Potato never fails.

Next week, I’ll be saving seeds on the tomatoes that I have put aside. Next season I’ll be focusing on growing yellow/orange fleshed tomatoes. And got to start making those beer crates. Till then, stay dry.

Waltz into Autumn

It has been a long week. And it has been fun. There’s self-reflection. And then there’s growth. There’s renewed determination. And possibly a more refined sense of direction. Then there’s also the major concern with property flipping up in Auckland. If only they realized that when this game of musical chairs stopped, many would be left standing up scrambling for that chair that’s nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long time since Caesar makes an appearance here. He is here, older, he can no longer do a full sprint on the complete lap around the neighbourhood, down to a trot on the last leg of the race. On the other hand, he has been a good jumper, jumping in and out of the Forest Garden, ignoring the ducks.

The livestocks are good too. I’m now shutting them into the old pump shed in the evening. In the process of making an automatic door opener so that it can let them out in the morning after I went to work. They seemed to have grown in size too. There’s the drake, he is easy to tell apart. Then there’s the pretty one, in a brighter golden hue. And the one with a pinkish bill. The two with dark bill, one with a better defined white feathers while the other is brown. There, I can now tell them all apart.

The bees don’t really care. All they want is their food. And the bumblebees are busy getting ready for the next season.

Something about these Cardoon flowers that get them so stuck in. They didn’t fly away when the camera goes in for a close up.

Two bananas are over Wintering outside this season. The hardy ones. We’ll find out next season how they fare. Actually, we’ll find out when the first frost bites.

Without realizing it. The season has started again. The stuffs that’s more expensive than gold.

At the start of the week, I’ve done something I never thought I would have done in my entire life. It feels good.