My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

Of Cardiac and Chicken Events

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Twenty months have slipped by since I penned my last post. I had good intentions to write weekly. Life got in the way. Himself had a cardiac event that triggered a string of interventions. Life takes on a new perspective. It is a great blessing to have a good neighbour. Neighbour’s very old farm dog tried to get into the ambulance with Himself after he collapsed in the paddock. A few wise woofs to the ambo crew from an old dog who’d seen it all before when Neighbour suffered a similar situation a year previously.

In our absent-mindedness, Neighbour grazed his animals in our paddocks. Green dollars exchange is to be commended. He repaired flood-damaged fences and applied worm fertiliser to the pastures. And so the rural routines carried on at our place. And nature ignored the human situation. Tress grew. Rain fell. Garden weeds thrived. The moon waxed and waned. The sun rose and shone. Himself and I have been lucky. We did as prescribed for post-cardiac surgery. I say ‘we’  – it’s a team effort.  Life continues. We’re getting back into our routines and are about to tackle some big jobs. I’ll write about these over time.

Meanwhile, chickens. It’s Ag Day at the end of this month at our grandson’s school. Chickens rule the roost . Master 7 year-old chose the day-old chicken raising project. Brown Shavers. So cute. Because the nights are a bit cool yet and they are only three weeks old, they’re still overnighting in a cage inside our house. Last two or three days have been warm so the chicks have enjoyed time outside in the coop. It is well netted to the cat’s chagrin. The adult hens and rooster are most curious. Chickens without a mother hen.

5 Outdoors 1st run in chicken cage 5 Warm back inside box

Gardening and nature is therapy and gives strength. To my special delight, bees are working the borage and other spring blossoms in my garden.

Bees love borage

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

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