Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
The Rainbow Falls on the southern coast is one of those magical far away places where you don’t see a soul. Close your eyes and you can imagine you are the first people to have discovered this place.
It is a long winding walk and Dylan and I forgot to take the water so when we reached the falls it was like finding an oasis in the desert. The water fresh and delicious. I wonder how many places like this are left in Victoria.
It’s been a year since we started our first little 1x.8m veggie garden bed, we have slowly taken over every available space like weeds. No bare patch of soil is safe in our garden!
Our first transition into winter was a bit clunky, and I’m determined to have the garden bursting with produce all year round, the huge paved area is begging to be used. Doing our final design for our PDC has inspired us and we’re going to see if the landlord will let us completely make over the garden. Fingers crossed.
Today I cajoled poor old man Dylan into a river quest to get sand for my seed raising mix. Flooding around Grey River made it a little more of an adventure than my city slickers ways had expected and wet bums were enjoyed by all as we slipped over lichen covered rocks and through brambly, scratchy blackberries only to end up with little to show for our efforts. Despite a sound scolding from our gardening book we had to settle for finer, saltier sand where the river spilled oceanwards.
Gracie Dog enjoyed a seedling inspection, but she soon discovered there were much more interesting things to inspect. Meanwhile two naughty city dogs waited inside to be served, only to be disappointed, but not too disappointed.
These are the photos I took on Christmas Day, a very random assortment. I was busy finishing Dylan’s present in the corner of the garden with the chickens keeping me company. After the traditional Christmas Family Breakfast we went to the Botanic Gardens to celebrate my birthday. I hadn’t seen the “volcano” before and the little crutches for the cacti made me think of Dali. Dylan shed his shoes just in time to stand on sharp rocks.
