Heaps and heaps of work!

So there was Ms Tagalong's great opportunity to get in amongst it again. To fill those wheelbarrows and shovel and mulch. A huge great pile of  mulch ready to spread about the garden, keep in the moisture and protect from the cold.

The heap couldn't be missed. It stood huge and brown right at the garden gate. Yes, dear readers you are correct, last week on a very wet and windy day Ms Tagalong had a quick preview of the garden and its progress in 2012.

But she failed to respond to the challenge. The few brave souls who did brave the heat this weekend must have made a dent. But Ms Mova assures me there is still much to do at next week's working bee.

This is probably not a good time to admit that Ms Tagalong will not be here that weekend either. In fact you may be forgiven in thinking that she really hasn't returned home. She has of course managed to find time to go to the wonderful Hewison Street community cafe.

Let's wish for some cooler temperatures and a more available Ms Tagalong who, it must be said, is actually planting seeds (chilli, red capsicum, tomato and coriander) on her mother's deck ready to bring back to the garden and continuing to visit other gardens when she can.

'Am I to be disappointed yet again?' said Ms Mova. Ms Tagalong truly hopes not!

A question for all of you. How many barrowloads will it take to move this lot of mulch?

It's great to have some feedback, so please leave me some comments.

Piles and piles

Ms Mova was wondering if Ms 'I'm so happy I'm back at work' was going to fall headfirst into the huge pile of mulch delivered today into the garden. This was not the only obstacle to circumnavigate as the mowing men had today brought bags and bags of cuttings for the garden. It was dark when she came to check on the chickens. The time change does that, not her lateness you understand. Ms Tagalong laughed cruelly at the image of pulling her out by her feet and dusting off the very fine mulch, according to Ms Mova.

But no, a knock came at the door, not a speck of mulch in sight, Ms ISHIBAW,(think about it!)stood beaming, glad to find the tea clatch at work whilst others were warbling on Ms Mova's deck.

Ms Tagalong said this would be a short, photoless entry tonight and that she would blame the length of the teatime!

Holiday activities next week should bring some exciting news to this blog.