OK, put me in the kitchen and I am right at home. The same can not be said for the garden. I have decided that the reason I am 'agriculturally defective' is because I was over-exposed to it as a child.
Mum, Dad, you know what I am talking about! Sara and I were given the job to weed. Some may say this was a fair request, however we had to weed an acre of ploughed ground that was 'mulchless' at that point. Basically we had to prevent grass growing where grass would instinctively grow.
(This was taken by Karen in 1985 after I was told I couldn't come inside until my vege patch was weeded, despite the rain!)
Each Saturday we would start in the morning and did not stop until any green shoot which had dared to poke its head from the moist ground had been ripped by its roots and hurled on the waste pile. To start with, friends would come by and offer to help so we could play with them sooner. Eventually they stopped coming, realising it was a job that had no end!
It is amazing my social skills progressed at all.
I thought all this was behind me, however we were given two Jacaranda trees for Christmas by our lovely neighbours and my inadequacies as a gardener have flooded back to me in a wave of fear. The trees were in pots. They are still in pots four months later. I knew that to water them was a good thing so I put the smaller pots in bigger pots with water in the bottom. I have gradually watched them start to turn a bit brown.
Having an interest in psychology I have wondered if I am rebelling against my childhood and am letting them die on purpose, but I have dismissed this in favour of the 'ignorance theory.'
Knowing I am responsible for them and feeling guilty that our neighbours will ask after them, I read the label to see what I should do. It said to prepare the ground, somewhere moist but well drained?? I decided to drive to the nursery to ask their advice, knowing I am not good with growing things. (I should probably mention that Dad gave me a Bonsai tree for my Christmas present when I was 17, as he knew I loved anything Japanese. The Bonsai tree was about 60years old at that point, and after strictly adhering to the instructions, it died in my care after only 4 months!)
I asked a nice man in the nursery what I should do and what I should put in the hole. Surprisingly, he said to just put the trees in the ground and water them well. I was prepared to buy anything he told me, so I am glad he was honest, but if these trees die, I will be assuming he was negligent and there was some ingredient he should have told me about.
This is so intimidating for me. I have grown a bit attached to my trees in pots and I want something I plant to survive.
This is my goal for the little things.

By the way, thanks Mum and Dad for exposing me to the outdoors... I am sure that my distaste for gardening has contributed to improving my skills in the kitchen, so my family have you guys to thank for that too!
Mum, Dad, you know what I am talking about! Sara and I were given the job to weed. Some may say this was a fair request, however we had to weed an acre of ploughed ground that was 'mulchless' at that point. Basically we had to prevent grass growing where grass would instinctively grow.
(This was taken by Karen in 1985 after I was told I couldn't come inside until my vege patch was weeded, despite the rain!)

Each Saturday we would start in the morning and did not stop until any green shoot which had dared to poke its head from the moist ground had been ripped by its roots and hurled on the waste pile. To start with, friends would come by and offer to help so we could play with them sooner. Eventually they stopped coming, realising it was a job that had no end!
It is amazing my social skills progressed at all.
I thought all this was behind me, however we were given two Jacaranda trees for Christmas by our lovely neighbours and my inadequacies as a gardener have flooded back to me in a wave of fear. The trees were in pots. They are still in pots four months later. I knew that to water them was a good thing so I put the smaller pots in bigger pots with water in the bottom. I have gradually watched them start to turn a bit brown.
Having an interest in psychology I have wondered if I am rebelling against my childhood and am letting them die on purpose, but I have dismissed this in favour of the 'ignorance theory.'
Knowing I am responsible for them and feeling guilty that our neighbours will ask after them, I read the label to see what I should do. It said to prepare the ground, somewhere moist but well drained?? I decided to drive to the nursery to ask their advice, knowing I am not good with growing things. (I should probably mention that Dad gave me a Bonsai tree for my Christmas present when I was 17, as he knew I loved anything Japanese. The Bonsai tree was about 60years old at that point, and after strictly adhering to the instructions, it died in my care after only 4 months!)

I asked a nice man in the nursery what I should do and what I should put in the hole. Surprisingly, he said to just put the trees in the ground and water them well. I was prepared to buy anything he told me, so I am glad he was honest, but if these trees die, I will be assuming he was negligent and there was some ingredient he should have told me about.
This is so intimidating for me. I have grown a bit attached to my trees in pots and I want something I plant to survive.
This is my goal for the little things.

By the way, thanks Mum and Dad for exposing me to the outdoors... I am sure that my distaste for gardening has contributed to improving my skills in the kitchen, so my family have you guys to thank for that too!


Bailey and his monkey love it!
I waited in the room with the camera for Mitchell's reaction.

Before bed time though, Emma, Josh and Maya came over for dinner and cake. It was a fun night, but after racing to get it finished in time, I was ready for an early night too.
All trying to claim the biggest piece...

The end of a big birthday. Mitchell was really happy with it and even wanted to get to bed early to sleep in his new bed.