Hi. I’m Paul. Nice to meet you again. Does it feel a bit like that for you? It does for me. Sorry about my extended absence. Though, I did duck in last week and shared a piece I wrote some time back about CERES in Melbourne and the launch of Pip Magazine.
So what’s been happening? Well, work dominates my day. The middle bit of the day sees me don business attire and work in a somewhat-geeky IT environment as a Project Officer. The day is spent fielding software issues and feature requests, training users, writing documentation, and trying to change the organisation for the better. Well, we think so.
Lately, my lunch breaks (and much time before and after my day job) is spent trying to bring onboard new supporters for Pip Magazine – if you know any businesses that might want to advertise in our fine periodical, let me know – and introducing new readers. A round about way of saying, managing the advertising and marketing.
Then, some days, I have a clean of two to do in the evening. Bookwork. Payroll. Customer service. All for my business.
Times have been hectic as you can imagine.
Oh, and we moved house. Oh, and I try to get up to the block every few weeks. “How’s that going?” you ask? Very well. The fruit trees we planted are looking healthy. The green manure germinated well. Last time I was up there, a weeks ago, I knocked over a couple of dead Mallees. Which opened up the whole south western corner and has provided ample room to place a shipping container or caravan.
“So you moved house? Tell me more” you’re wondering? (Well, I suppose.) The lease on our old place was coming to an end. We wanted something a bit more suited to our needs. We wanted something with a bit of a yard. So we rented a house, a suburb away from the old unit, for not much more money. The yard is big. The house is big. It’s much more homely than the other place. I like it here.
You see, I have resigned myself to staying on in Adelaide for a bit. I have managed to negotiate my work down to 3 days a week (pending approval) which is exactly what I need at this stage. I will still have a steady income. I will have time left to work on other projects. I will have time to be idle. Something I feel I haven’t a second for at the moment.
This weekend I spent in the garden at the new place. The backyard, when we moved her, was a jungle. Couch grass growing in every corner. Mint where the couch grass was not. Nasturtium where the mint and couch grass hadn’t taken over. And miscellaneous other stuff. Lots of hefty agapanthus in the choice sunny spots.
So I slashed some of it and dug up the rest. We now have two small garden beds, of about 5-or-6-square-metres all up, in which to grow food. That’s in addition to the mandarin, peach, olive, fig, and lemon tree that were already here. The soil is delightful. Rich, brown, full of worms. To make it that little more decedent I dug in some well-rotted cow manure and compost. Today I planted a veritable mix of winter veg:
– Several varieties of silverbeet;
– Mixed lettuce;
– Tuscan black kale;
– Savoy cabbage;
– Snowball cabbage;
– Romanesco broccoli; And
– A heap of leftover curly parsley, coriander and spring onions (I have most success with these when grown from the stumps).
To be sure, I am exhausted, sore, but content. Back to all the work tomorrow.
UPDATE: Below, some photos: