There has been some ‘argy-bargy’ on our local Facebook gardening group about controlling what some people see as ‘pests’, not so much snails and slugs, but hungry possums, bandicoots and birds etc. Increasingly, others say we should not impose ourselves on the natural world, especially here in the beautiful Blue Mountains. Well I suppose they have a point, because we just moved in on these dear creatures without so much as a by-your-leave. But it’s not always easy to live in harmony The urge to grow gorgeous flowers and fruits is very powerful.
People who know me may remember I once had ideas of becoming a barista, to supplement my meagre editor’s wages. This didn’t work out well, because I couldn’t get the crema right. Anyway, after my guardian Pauline Conolly accidentally grew a potato in the compost I decided to plant a vegie garden instead,
The plan was to sell my produce at the Blackheath Farmers’ Market.
My dear friend Mr Bob built a garden for me out by the wood stacks.
OK, time for planting. I found a clever way to outwit those pests….. I mean local wildlife. Only grow underground stuff like spuds and carrots . Fortunately potato tops are not enjoyed by bird or beast in my experience, so that’s alright. Yes, yes, I know carrot shoots are tempting. I kept watch over my potted seeds night and day until they came up. If a swamp wallaby had appeared I’d have told him to hop it.
I would like to thank the talented Birmingham author Jackie Sayle for writing this little song especially for me and my garden. Well, it’s specifically for my carrots. If you want to sing it, the tune is the same as the Christmas carol, ‘When a Child is Born.’ Here we go (apologies to the baby in the manger), three, two, one……
A spark of joy flickers in my heart,
My carrot seed, it has made a start.
There’s a green shoot on this brand new morn,
This comes to pass when a carrot’s born.
WEATHERY PESTS….FROST, HAIL AND SNOW
We call our village Bleakheath, because we get a lot of challenging weather. It even snows here sometimes. I was ever so worried about my growing plants, even the tough old spuds.
They did survive after I brushed them free of snow and gave them a tonic. And do you know what? They rewarded me quite handsomely. Off to market we go.
By the way, the reason my wages are low is because my employer Pauline Conolly has not been writing enough! She spends her time on Facebook and watching the cricket, so I have nothing to edit. In my opinion this is rather selfish….. just saying. If you think my prices seem high, well now you know why!
But I digress….sorry. I love the village market. The people there are always kind and friendly. I don’t think they would be in Facebook groups, but if they were they would always be kind and respectful.
My vegies were snapped up. Oh dear, I do love money. Perhaps I shouldn’t admit it, but its true. I’ve made enough to buy my girlfriend Milly a present….or better still, something nice for myself.
Here is a photo of my garden in its infancy.
If you would actually like to attract wildlife (like we do), here is some advice from WIRES. https://www.wires.org.au/wildlife-information/wildlife-friendly-gardens
In conclusion; I wrote another story about Pauline’s Garden. She has never quite forgiven me, but I was only being honest. She says I am one of biggest pests she knows 😆
YOU CAN LEAVE ME A MESSAGE IN THE BOX , BUT ONLY IF IT’S FULL OF LOVE AND PRAISE PLEASE.
Well done on your sales
Thank you Miss Heather, you are very kind. xxx Editor Des.
A lovely story.
Thanks Danny, I’ll tell Editor Des.