No blogging at all over the weekend. I’m sorry, dear reader, that I didn’t keep you informed on the fascinating details of what happened over the last three days.
Boring fireworks, gardening, and .. umm .. gardening.
We planned to go to Horsham for a few days but called that off because (1) the Australia day fireworks were on in Ballarat on Friday night, and (2) the garden has sprung up so much over the last two weeks that I needed to attack it.
So.. we went to Ballarat on Friday. Crappiest firework show I’ve seen for a long time. Really, really dull. The Moonambel fireworks were way better. I took a few photos anyway, but it was a really disappointing show. Almost at the “waste of fuel traveling over” kind of level. It went for close to 15 minutes, but the final 14 minutes were a repeat of the first minute.
Then, gardening. I spent a huge chunk of time Saturday cleaning up the backyard, and moving a heap of dirt in from the pile in the front (left from the driveway works) so we could top dress the bare patches, fill some of the holes the dogs have dug, and use our new grey water diversion hose to try and get some grass growing. It looks a whole lot better than it did a few days ago; still more work left, but it’s starting to look half decent.
Lisa did a lot of mowing, and despite the fact that there are still a number of bare patches there’s a very definite greenishness to the whole block. It’s starting to look good, and if the BOM make good with their plan to deliver us some rain in March we’re going to be sitting pretty come next summer.
We’re also starting to think about how we’ll get a decent outdoor area out there – deck, shade sail, etc. Bit of planning and thinking left, but we’re on the right track. Anything that involves smacking bits of wood together with the Paslode is fine by me.
Who said what?