Archive for the ‘I grew this’ Category


Oh choko!

November 16, 2012

It took three tries, but I’ve sprouted a choko. Watch this space for delicious Depression era apple pies! Mmmmmm, choko-ey.


Shades of grey

July 20, 2012

Me: Check this out. It’s a grey and brown hair. But look – the brown bit is not the end, it’s the root.

He: Hang on, let me have a look in the light.

A pause, while he inspects the hair in question and verifies my outlandish claim.

He: It seems you are ungreying. Or perhaps turning brindle.

We both turn to look at our brindle dog. Her brown eyes remain inscrutable.


Happy sights to see

January 17, 2012

An assortment of visual awesomeness of weeks recent:

Canine that knows how to work the dramatic lighting –

Spider that is doing an excellent impersonation of a nubbin on a twig. Only, perhaps, a poor choice of substrate –

Spotted by the Curmudgeon in a suburban shopping centre. A penguin that will test your skills indeed –

Finally, roots shooting (is that an oxymoron? Do shoots, in turn, root? I think not.) on my tomato cuttings, as per everydayinthegarden’s instructions

So, what’s been delighting your eyeballs? Rewarding your retinas? Percolating pleasingly in your pupils?


Urban farming

January 5, 2012

Tis that time of year again, when the quantity of tasty things in my garden exceeds the capacity of my belly. Yum. However behold my first ripe tomato:

Boo to you, rot. Boo.

The peach tree is splendid, as always:

Last night while doing the rounds before bed – I like to go out with a torch and watch the spiders building webs – I saw a marbled gecko hanging out on a peach! Probably feasting on the many tiny beetles in the bird-pecked fruit, methinks. Forgive me for linking to the Hun, but apparently lots of folks are reporting geckoes this year.


Official proclamation

October 7, 2011

Asparagus is the world’s cutest seedling. That is all.


Me and he

September 26, 2011

Me: Are you enjoying the wisteria?

He: It blooms in wisterious ways.


Constant gardener

July 3, 2011

Well, I’m not, really. It’s in fits and starts these days. However I’m delighted to find that the dog is willing to take to take up some of the slack.

Here we have two avocado trees sprung forth from said fruit that I have devoured. The big fella is one I planted but the little one, well, that was planted by the little one. She has a Dedicated Chewing Spot in the backyard where she hauls things to gnaw upon. It’s where she grinds her bones to make her bread, so to speak. Seems that she pinched an avocado pit from the compost and left it in the Dedicated Chewing Spot. Lo, it sprouted, and when I went to cut the grass, I saw a tiny treeling. I transferred it to a pot on her behalf and now we think of it as Squid’s avocado. Seems like the little dog’s green thumbs (ahem, dewclaws) aren’t just green from grass stains and pond scum. I’m so proud.