At least the Daikon and the hearts ease are happy. The jury is out on the spuds!

Who says we live in a dry comtinent. It NEVER stops raining here. We are all growing mould. Even the frogs have given up. The first lot of potatoes we put in, int he ground, just rotted, and i fear the no-dig ones will do the same.

As you can see, we have a visitor for a few days. She finds life on Waterfall Road fascinating, as it suggests all these possibilities for a change in diet----e.g. tasty raw chicken, and solar cooked pizza--- if she just hangs around long enough . Actually she has quickly learnt that chooks are not for eating, and neither are baby butcher birds-- and they have learnt she is not a threat. In fact they have learned co-existence in a manner that is a great model for humans. In fact, Play, ( the dog) come into the chook yard with Margie, mostly by pushing over a bit of fence, to check on the laying situation. Which is, by the way, four chooks--- four eggs. not bad really.

At last after months of waiting we have the two new tanks in the front yard.All we need now is Simon the plumber to connect them. The solar panels are chugging away, pouring power into the grid, and we are ready to have enough water to suvive the Sahara. So if the hog wog strikes fear into the heart of Nambour, we will be, as Baden Powell exhorted, prepared.
The chooks have just moved into their tenth run, an up market well grassed, hilly estate with mountain views. no wonder we are still getting four eggs a day.

Eureka! We have our solar panels installed and are now putting power INTO the grid! All we need is our water tanks and we will be set. Swine flu wont be able to touch us!