The sound of pipes carrying across the paddocks in the late afternoon light was a fitting end to a glorious Sunday. I was concerned by 2’ish, that I hadn’t heard the man who plays at his mother’s grave each Mother’s Day and was relieved to hear the Scottish ballads followed by a string of Australian ones (that generally end with Waltzing Mathilda); accompanied by bellowing cows and the raucous call of kookaburras while I completed my round of tasks in the fading rays of golden sun.
I enjoyed an uninterrupted day of gardening – thinning seedlings that have pushed through the soil, helping the fragile shoots of my first pea-sowing to get a grip on their supports. I treated myself to a new watering can (why, oh why did I wait so long? I have new stock in the barn and can’t recommend these ones more highly!) So all the veg got doused in fish emulsion which was a very stinky job indeed. But I’m desperate to get Stefano Manfredi’s cima di rapa moving for this coming weekend! Then there were onions to plant, compost to haul & seed to sow. I never did get around to mulching….maybe next weekend?
Blissful Sunday….
