It all started with a potato.

I planted a couple of kilograms of spuds a couple of weeks ago, over the side fence in the paddock the three little pigs had kindly dug up. In a bid to hold back the kikuyu, I asked whether I might have a wooden frame to build up the potato bed in, after they'd sprouted. 

And just like that, I had four raised beds. Thanks Adman. And they were so pretty and uniform it seemed a shame to leave them in the paddock. And so much more sensible to have them in front of the kitchen window, right? 

And so, awesome man, he dug up the turf, and with Dad and the tractor hauled them into place in the garden, in front of the kitchen window. Then dumped composted green waste by the trailer load into the bottom of the beds. Shovelful after shovelful. Dad took the tractor and scooped up delicious top soil from an available paddock, and voila, we have kick arse communally raised beds. Somewhere where I can never ignore them. 

I couldn't photograph the planted-out beds today because it's raining (yippee!) and I cared more about my nice camera than the picture. The carrots are loving the rain, I can hear them squeaking with joy. 

The potatos are also squeaking, still out in the paddock, frameless, and jumping up out of the ground, soon to be hilled in neat hilly rows. I've never successfully grown anything except spinach, celery and tomatoes. I'm a salad grower. I am terrifically excited about these vegetables. Particularly those spuds. 

In other news, I've bought a breeding trio of Barred Plymouth Rocks just because I think they're gorgeous. 


I'm keeping them seperate from the layers – they have a fully turfed yard thanks to Adam the amazing turf transplant specialist. (Also squeaking joyfully in the rain.)

I recently went halves with my friend Vanessa in an incubator, with lots of pretty chicken and local poultry auction plans!

Love a pretty chicken. 

Love chickens, generally. 

No movement yet on the duck enclosure. While I'm dreaming of that, I'm plotting dairy goats (to accompany the cow.)

I just heard both Dad and Adam topple off their chairs onto the floor, reading this.

CHEESE, fellas. Cheese. And duck eggs. LOVE. Everyone OK? No head injuries there? Hello, menfolk?


14 Comments on “building

June 2, 2012 at 8:47 pm

Been a crazy fortnight of working in which I’ve missed out on my dose of inner pickle. LOVE your Barred Plymouth Rocks. I am contemplating chickens early next year but desperate for some Marans which I’ve not seen here in Aus yet. Do tell me if any of your chicken acquaintances know where I could get some? They lay the loveliest brown eggs 🙂

June 2, 2012 at 9:17 pm

oooo I like the stripey chickens. Like chicken shaped zebras wandering across the savannah. With red hats for style.

Melanie @ M&M
June 2, 2012 at 11:35 pm

Now I know why I haven’t been “hearing” from you! Such industry. Good luck with it all. I’m looking at starting a tiny flower bed in my front yard. We shall see. The fam says I can kill silk flowers.

June 3, 2012 at 2:02 am

Hiya, love. Things I was telling you about when our computer had what Dave just called “the blue screen of death.” Doesn’t that sound bad?
I adore your chooks. I’ve gone off the idea again- not brave enough as we have bold foxes, and I’m so lazy.
I grew fabulous spuds a couple years ago, in hessian bags on our patio- made a big fun mess kicking the bags over to harvest them, but super easy compared to digging.
I made my own raised beds, and they would blush beside your gorgeous ones- comedy value is worth a lot, around here.
Yum, goats cheese. Must go make dinner- Lauren had MMR jabs Monday, and has been especially foul today, as we rearranged big furniture. Now she’s asleep, this might be my only chance. Paneer and veg curry, mmmmm.
Love you!

June 3, 2012 at 7:39 am

Yum yum yum. Good luck! Our potatoes have always been a flop. … But nothing better than fresh tomatoes. And snow peas. And eggplants. Mmmm.

I’ve been on a yoghurt making binge again. Thinking cheese next. Got some culture from green, so far with the yoghurt perfect and easy and cost effective. Mmm

June 3, 2012 at 8:52 am

I am adoring your raised garden beds.


June 3, 2012 at 11:28 am

Those blokes must really and truly love you!

June 4, 2012 at 2:44 am

Thank you Catriona, for that visual! I will never look at my own barred rock hens the same.

June 4, 2012 at 7:35 am

Gorgeous Plymouth Rocks! We were within a whisker of having some once but they weren’t vaccinated and we’ve had a Mareks episode in the coop previously so couldn’t risk them…. 🙁 We’ll just have to come and visit yours some time!

Nice to see you back on top of things (as far as it goes anyway!).

June 4, 2012 at 8:40 am

Fantastic garden beds. What clever menfolk you have. My man folk was hard at work possum proofing the garage and hanging curtain rods and shelves for me this past weekend. He has agreed to build me a chicken coup come Spring, so I shall keep adding more tasks in the meantime too… 🙂

Darren (Green Change)
June 4, 2012 at 8:50 am

Those beds look great!

My friend Anna has written a great ebook on incubation for homesteaders, and it’s only 99c on Kindle:

I highly recommend it!

I’m hoping to get lots of little Indian Runner ducklings going in spring – I’ve now got 4 nice females. I’ll also be breeding the Australorps. Maybe I’ll see you at the auctions again, this time with both of us on the selling side! 🙂

June 5, 2012 at 8:43 pm

You sound like a man in the know when it comes to chooks? Have you heard of Marans in Aus? 🙂

June 6, 2012 at 12:22 am

Lovely post. We have just started cheese making in a big way and are loving it.

June 13, 2012 at 11:53 am

Wow, lovely images of your life, I’m hopefully getting a couple of plymouth rocks this weekend, to go in with my isa browns and araucanas. Can’t wait!


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