Sunday, June 5, 2011
Boxes and ovens!
Boxes, boxes everywhere and not a thing to pack! Would that it were. Ms Tagalong has been up to her ears and eyes in boxes and packing this week and reneged on her facilitator duties for the working bee. She needn’t have worried. Ms Mova, as usual, had everything under control and when Ms T arrived in the garden with boiled kettle, milk and a few paltry biscuits, things were well under way.
Paint Pot Pat had provided a nutty slice for everyone and grabbing steaming mugs of tea she was shown what had been happening. Bricks had been picked up from several houses together with some fibro board and the site had been cleared.
On Ms Tagalong’s next foray in the garden at lunch time to partake of splendid barbequed meats, garden salad and pesto pasta (of course) she was astounded by the absolute hive of activity. There was a veritable chain gang cleaning the lime off bricks, a weeding team, a youth endeavour of a spiral herb circle outside the perimeter fence and some cutting of plastic baskets for the rosemary and lavender cuttings which incidentally are not looking too great. Methinks we all forget to keep watering them, hidden as they are in the little greenhouse.
Several hundred boxes later, Ms Tagalong is prone to exaggeration as you well know, she reappeared to have a final look before pack up time. Wondrous occurrences! Sheets of tin had been neatly stowed behind the water tanks, good hardwood was piled neatly for the next construction project, other wood sawn for fuel, cleaned bricks stood in neat piles , the outline of the base of the pizza oven had been laid and the young ones were watering the seeds in the herb spiral.
Redundant is a word that comes to mind; teamaker is another. But not one to be shrugged off Ms Tagalong is sure that she will rise again to the occasion as we celebrate our second birthday in July. So roll on working bee, come up with ideas for this splendid event, gardeners and give Ms Tagalong something to facilitate!
On another topic entirely Ms Tagalong wandered in on Sunday, just to get away from those dratted boxes you understand, and there were several children munching happily on just-pulled carrots! A sight to warm the cockles of your heart indeed. Deep in conversation was Ms Ishibaw with the Piper’s Son. After a few comments from the Piper’s Son about just coming in to glean produce, thank goodness for that, most people just like to come and admire it, Ms Ishabaw revealed that she might need a new name. So to keep in with her love of floristry where she is the happiest Ms Ishabaw is now I’m-much-happier-as-a-florist or Ms Imhaaf for those in the know!