The drought has continued, and is now affecting much of New Zealand. Northland has been hit very badly, and water supplies are being tanked in. We've had a couple of showery days since December, but nothing heavy. The plants that have been showing signs of heat stress are still hanging in there. I've taken to leaving the outdoor hose very slightly running, and leaving it overnight at the bases of those that need it. The escallonia hedge in the photo has had very little watering, but seems to be thriving. It's about as tall as me already, and attracting millions of bees. The slow growing ginkgo to the left of the picture is also doing well.
It's been yet another month of relatively little work in any of the gardens (too hot, too busy, too knackered etc etc), and I'm struck by what has enjoyed the lack of attention. I've lost crops, both in the early stages and when they've gone un-noticed to seed or been devoured by the birds. But I've also managed to grow things I've either never successfully grown before, or nothing like as well. I had an 'Oh my gourd' moment of pure joy when I spotted huge bottle gourds lying under impressive gourd foliage on the gravel path. The original gourd seed plantings had got mixed with other pumpkin seedlings (no, of course I didn't label them Karyn) and planted out long after they'd outgrown their small seed pots. They weren't staked and had been totally left to their own devices. The pumpkins that also had the same fate are doing equally well in the same plot.
It's good to reflect that ongoing loving attention and dedication isn't universally required for all vegetables. Maybe it was the attention to the soil quality that meant I've got away with this level of abandonment. I've been clearing the brassica bed this morning, and am amazed how it's held onto moisture. The surface soil is dry, but below it's not, and the soil texture is good - slightly moist, friable and wormy. I'll rake it over in a few days and then plant out the green manure.
The citrus too are all doing great. They have been regularly watered and are either beginning to fruit or already prolific. The lime tree in the half barrel by the house has also grown vigorously, though won't fruit until (hopefully) next year. The wind protection fencing around the citrus by the sleepout is not needed any more, but is proving tricky to take down. I'm torn between this being a right old pain in the arse and a sense of pride that something I erected is actually robust.
The bees are buzzing around and I'll make one last 'steal' of honey sometime soon, before they are left to winter themselves down. I've been selling my honey for the first time this year. My preference is to trade or give it away, but while this works for me, it doesn't suit everyone. I managed to source some brand new glass jars (a bargain via Trademe), so the honey looks fantastic and much more of a gift than in plastic or re-used pots. I'm charging $5 a jar to anyone who prefers to pay, and this means I'm recouping over and above the cost of the jars. I'm continuing to solar-filter and then stock-pile the beeswax and hope to create some of my own candles in the fullness of time (aka when I get round to it).
Our sons remain busy with their lives wherever they are in the world, and our home is back to being a place of solace and peace. I've begun my course (hypnotherapy training) and will definitely need to put aside time for studies over the next few months. Paid work has been a bit overwhelming, but extra is required to fund the study so it's a necessary evil. Finances will also be needed for the next priority of tidying up the front of the property around the driveway, and making it more easy-care. I have a few ideas up my sleeve for some changes that would look good and be functional.
Meanwhile the days are shortening and autumn is beckoning. The current food abundance from the property is still profoundly satisfying, as is a sense of feeling connected to the land. The occasional chilly start to the day is very refreshing, and outdoor work can be increased when the temperatures are tolerable. Thank you beautiful February, and rock on March!