Not much to tell you other than I’ve been working my butt off in the allotment these past two, scorching hot, weeks and I’m pleased to report that no weed is daring to show its wretched head and the dreaded kikuyu grass that invades everything here has been dispatched forthwith. The farm was once a kikuyu pasture for cattle so I fear it’s a bit of a losing battle but, as I’ve said before, I have perseverance, if nothing else. Perhaps that’s a good name for the farm, Perseverance, like a good old Western homestead. Ever since Essa left I’ve been trying to think of a new name for the farm, the current one is something that her children called the place when they were young and since they no longer have a stake here, I do think it’s time for a name-change.
When Essa was living here we employed a farm worker who worked for me for two days a week and for her the rest of the time. Kho now works for me full time and what a joy. I was worried at first that I wouldn’t have enough to keep him busy but there is ALWAYS something that needs to be attended to. He is more of a farm worker than a gardener, but he is learning very quickly that things have to look beautiful too. I usually work alongside him in the garden but I have to confess that the recent heat has been a bit too intense for me to work outdoors all day.
I spoke to Kiera on Skype today and she asked me to post some pictures of the farm, so here they are – your wish is my command!
Okay, so what’s growing in the wind?