I haven’t written about my garden in ages. Partly because I’ve been working in it whenever I’ve had the opportunity (lots, if you make the effort!), partly because I’ve been studying after hours and then partly because I’ve been enjoying the few moments I’ve had free having a social life. As one does. However, I reckon it’s about time I just sped you all up on what’s going on.
Since we last cast an eye soilwards, summer has seemingly arrived early here in the Winelands, prematurely booting spring off her floral throne. It’s been hot and dry already and that’s only supposed to kick in in a month or so. Roughly six months ago, I had only one raised bed made and installed and nary a vegetable in sight.
The aloe should be happy in its new spot.
Now that its winter in the southern hemisphere, good weather on a weekend is at a premium. If the weather is good when I wake up, I find myself cancelling social events scheduled for later the day because it could be raining the next day. Well, that’s how it goes in the Cape anyway.
Such a day happened this Sunday past. I woke up, shuffled outside with my coffee at hand and slippers on, and realised as I squinted in the sun towards the mountains with not a cloud in sight, today cannot be spent inside!
A few weeks ago, I attended an introductory course on permaculture. I loved every second of it and am inspired to get as many of the principles going in my patch of 18sqm and on my patio.
What my garden looked like a few weeks ago.