Ah Christmas carols. What? My children have demanded Christmas carols on the cd player all afternoon, and who am I to deprive them. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, la la la...
I have a nasty nasty feeling that they think the Easter Bunny is very very closely related to Santa, and an even nastier feeling that they are going to be deeply disappointed on Sunday when they are given one egg each by their parents (owing to their chocolate intake in last week being around the same as my bodyweight).
Today, as promised, have been hard at work whipping the garden into shape. Below is where the chicken's abode used to be. Now it's a spud patch with peas growing where the posts are (it is netted but you can hardly see it). Next year I'm planning to make this spot my berry patch and put in a heap of blueberries, raspberries and blackberries (or equivalent - loganberries or marionberries are low chill I think, and would probably grow best around here).
Planted my rescue Tea Camellias and Lilly Pillys. The Camellias are the poor spindly things at the front and the Lilly Pillys are the bushy ones at the back. The large pile of wood back there is, in fact, a large pile of wood, and there is our worm farm as well. Aww, worms.
The plants were all quite pot bound, but I've saved worse, so fingers crossed.
Finally, finally I can unveil the New Coop. The ladies have been slightly bamboozled by the whole moving house thing, but are now adapting nicely.