Sunday, January 12, 2014

January 12 My porridge is cooling...again

I've been somewhat distracted with the garden these past few days/weeks; the jungle has really been let go to an extent that the Biddelonian Pygmies have demanded the title of the backyard for their soirees and hunting parties.
And I have been told I must warn all Dunolly residents for when we move up there - if you happen to catch the weird old bat lying down in her garden it's ok, I haven't really fallen (and can't find my beer)'s just that with my rooted back I find it much easier to literally lie down on the job of weeding even if I do resemble a fallen elephant in the throes of agony.
My mind is fermenting with water crystals, gardenias, geraniums, lavender, daisies, the odd bag of cow manure and rockeries.
Speaking of Moo Poo, I'm waiting to be disabused but my opinion of the product we bought at a new-ish hardware chain store is...poor. Having just used up a bag of the stuff from the Oakleigh Produce Store (where all the garden and pet products are bloody top notch stuff) I was frankly disgusted with the chain store was covered in a white mould (hello, Legionaries?) clumped together in cement-hard lumps and looked as organic as the asphalt on the road.
They say you get what you pay for and at 5 bags for $20 in a recent sale, we got cheap and nasty.

I have really got to applaud the builders next door, they have done a marvellous job and have been very respectful in their work hours and noise; they keep their radio turned down low (too low for my liking, they ignore my telling them to turn it up louder), no power tools before 8.30am even though they're on the job quietly by 7am and they've restumped the house while extending it and have done a bloody ripper of a job to boot, the house looks great.
Roofers are in tomorrow, the windows are in, spouting is done, internal plastering and outside cladding and whatever insulation is to be done.
When I find out the name of the building company I'll certainly share it here, they've been really good.

Today in 1903 the body of a wealthy swagman was found lying on the road near Dandenong, Victoria.
Read HERE for further details of this curious case!
I will have a hunt on the BDM records later to see if his identity was ever resolved.

Bee keeping was a lucrative business as was seen in 1881 when it was reported today that 13.6 litres of honey was taken from a bee tree in the Victoria Plains district of Westralia.

Gnung-a Gnung-a Mur-re-mur-gan, the first Australian Aboriginal to visit America in 1793, was found dead (in present day Sirius Park, Sydney) today in 1809; his death was thought to be related to old injuries inflicted by warrior Pemulwuy.

Yumba, meaning town camp, was the first hostel of the Aboriginal Hostels Limited to be opened today in Brisbane in 1974; it provided accommodation for women entering the workforce and continues to operate in West Brisbane.


Fenstar de Luxe said...

I think you do get what you pay for with regard to poo & soils & mulches. You also have to see if they have the australian standard tick, coz some don't and they're generally poxy too. My yard resembles a tiny jungle, I keep meaning to get the whippersnapper out and slash about.

Elephant's Child said...

Whatever the swaggie was running away from must have been dire. It was no life for the faint-hearted.
Snap on the lying down to weed front. Sadly I have also had to crawl across the yard to the steps to get up again.
I love that Yuma is still operating. Too many have closed, though the need for them hasn't diminished.

River said...

Nice to hear about considerate builders and yes, I'd like to know the name of the company, just in case I ever win lotto and want to build a house or two.
Unusual to hear of a wealthy swaggie. Perhaps he just suddenly got fed up with his job and took to the roads?
I've had trouble with cheap manures and compost too. I'd send hubby to the shop with money and instructions and he'd come back with more bags than I'd asked for because they were cheaper. and inferior of course.

Vest said...

I have yet to be wise enough to distinguish the differing qualities of any form of muck, manure, fertilizer, dung or any form of s)#^(#e. could I be right in thinking it is the pong which decides if it is of high quality?
Ben the farmer sez it be the cow dung which be gud for cabbage types of veg also swedes an gud fer tarnips an oinions, but poo is no gud fer parsnips an carrots.

What is Anaemic Rhubarb?

Andrew said...

Jayne Jayne Jayne, that's a line from a good tv show in 1980s, you have to pay for the good shit. I've heard this often enough on the streets. You are not going to get five bags of the good stuff for $20.

Jayne said...

I don't think this one has the Aussie tick, Fen, and I know which one you're talking about, I'm so used to seeing it on the stuff we get from the Oakleigh Produce store.

Jayne said...

There have been a few mentions of well off swaggies in Dunolly and general area, or rather wealthy blokes choosing to live hard lives with nothing to show for it, EC.
Damn exhausting for you, EC :(

Jayne said...

I had a squiz at the security fencing on the front of the house but there's nought to say who the builders are, I'll ask the neighbours when they move back home, River, good to give a good review to tradies :)

Jayne said...

Off the top of my head, Vest, Anaemic Rhubarb could be the rhubarb grown in complete darkness to increase its natural sugar content; I've heard mention of it in UK and once here.
Or it could be a really sad plant that needs loads of cow poo.

Jayne said...

See, I knew I shoulda spoken to you about these bags of shit, Andrew!

Vest said...

"No' It is another silly name for celery.

But 'Where is the Rhubarb Triangle'?

Jayne said...

Yon Rhubarb Triangle what lives up in yon Yorkshire way?