Dig it Up

Growing up in the ’70s in Brisbane, Australia in the backyard we had: a vegetable patch, compost heap, an incinerator and of course, a Hills Hoist.  It was a place to play backyard cricket, do gymnastics  or at least headstands, plant vegetable gardens and grow things like choko vines, Passionfruit, Paw Paws and Bowen Mangoes if you were lucky.

My Parents love gardening,  when we were young, Mum  and Dad planted the front garden with annuals and roses, making a beautiful display outside and inside the house bunches of cut flowers were plentiful. Dad was always in the garden, he made a square shaped compost heap which provided organic matter for the  whole garden and  the rewards were plentiful, there was so much Parsley he supplied the local butcher with attractive garnishes for the shopfront.

Radish were my favourite, so peppery and crunchy, the corn, lettuce, tomatoes and potatoes, growing well, just walk out to the garden so convenient. Watering was done with a garden hose and sometimes a sprinkler which in the summer, we loved to run through.

During the  perplexing COVID19 shutdown, we found a time to contemplate our surroundings and dream of a different way to live, an imminently more satisfying way to provide for ourselves. Spending time on enhancing our sub-tropical garden and more time at home lead to planning a vegetable patch,  to grow our own produce has always been a dream.

Wicking beds are water efficient gardening, drought resistant and a sort of upside down method of watering.

The hip height bay in our yard to provides a ledge and seating to tend the garden. This is imperative for me, living with  Parkinson’s makes crouching down a difficult manoeuvre. Keeping everything at hand and being organised is vital.

What will we grow?

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