Sweet Justin has some (a lot) of time on his hands at present and he hit a little jackpot for us the other day. Irrigation lines, now this wouldn’t excite all wives but for me it was just what I wanted. You can’t grow plants if you don’t have water and I want to grow things!
He found it on trade me, ex vineyard dripper lines, we were jubious about the quality of what we were getting but figured for $10 it was a risk worth taking. The auction was for 250m of pipe, well when Justin and Luca got home it looked closer to 2.5km of pipe. All drippers attached and ready to water. We managed to do all our gardens and still have some left over. This then meant I could order the plants, always a happy day. Well my eyes were bigger than my stomach or time allowances or something because when I went to collect the plants my first though was how on earth can I plant all of these? Of course now that they are all in the gardens they are hardly a drop in the ocean!
I have only planted regional natives and hope to attract the local native birds in, with the small exception of fruit trees. We have set off a space for a small Kanuka and Manuka forest. I have planted ferns under the old established trees and hope to see the native trees eventually out grow their existing nursery and change the skyline.
Although some trees are allowed to stay, such as the Feijoas. Talk about the 11th hour, we watched all summer with baited breath for our feijoa tree to flower and fruit. Nothing came of it and we were so disappointed, the tree is huge and we planned a bumper crop, but alas we put its failure down to neglect and possibly the drought. To mitigate our lack of fruit I ordered 13 Feijoa trees to build the best tasting hedge. Of course two days later after planting our hedge we noticed fruit on the old trees. They have been readily dropping the little green delights daily since. Goodness only knows what we will do once the other trees are mature enough to fruit too.
A large majority of planting lately has also been hedges, rows of little sticks in the ground waiting to be groomed into wind breaking, vision obscuring, manicured green fences. I think for Christmas in two years time I would like my own string line and electric hedge trimmers please Father Christmas. Until then it is hurry and wait for them to grow.