These past few weeks have seen some action around my backyard. My pump from the river is working again so my lawn has started to come back to a green colour. Spring has sprung and the bird life is better than any TV viewing.
Husband Dear has finally finished the new chicken coop tractor with assistance from the two boys. The coop is a beast of a thing. All made from recycled timber that has been laying around the yard. My yard is being tidied and not looking so much like a junk heap. This means that the vegetable boxes are now back to being mine. Until the chicken tractor they had been living in my enclosed vegetable garden. I now have those garden boxes back and the whole section is fenced, so no moo cows can eat like they are at a Vegas buffet.
I’ve started to trim the tall trees and parts of the orchard. I have the soil being slowly prepped there to commence a food forest. Something I’ve been dreaming about since the day I heard of such a thing. Since moving to my 100 year old house on 20 acres on the river; I have fallen deeply into the cult of perma-culture. As far as cult’s go, it’s a pretty good one!
Husband Dear has ordered, and we should have in the next month or so a saw mill. This should see us starting to mill our own timber from the Bush Block and build a large shed. It is also hoped that when my kitchen is done I will have native Australian hardwood tops from timber that has been felled from our bush block for fire breaks.
I really enjoy my yard. I love where I live. I never dreamt that I would enjoy gardening as much as I do now that I live here. I have seen so many different and wonderful sights from my yard. There is nothing better than watching a flock of Little Black Cormorant flying just above the river in a V formation. Landing and diving to catch fish. To swim in the river in our front yard and have a Lungfish come up for a breath next to you. Scary as, but then you realise how lucky you are. My yard has shown me that nature is special and that I too am apart of it. Not above, or below, but apart of it.
Grateful Wonder 
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