It's quite pretty, but there's just too much, and it was completely overgrown. Took the
mess over to Chris' place, where she intends to plant it round her house; I expect that she
won't have any trouble.
In the afternoon, more plans for the immediate future. The grass is maturing far too
early, and there's every chance that we'll have to mow hay before the end of the month. Where
do we put it? In the shed:
That again means that we need to put in the planned container or second shed where the
pigsties are currently, so they need demolition. Got started, but despite the flimsy
structure, pulling them apart wasn't that easy:
Summer is here! Suddenly, almost without warning, it's warm, and we were almost at the
point where we had to turn the air conditioners to “cool”. And, of course, we
have problems with water. There was supposed to be a 4 day rain period at the end of last
week; in fact, we got nearly 2 mm of rain, not enough to make any significant difference.
Roll on the bore.
Also decided to take another look at the pigsty, and continued demolishing it. The number
of nails is phenomenal. Despite all precautions, managed to put one through my sandal and
into my foot:
Off to the Ballarat Base hospital, where they saw to me in record time, giving me a
tetanus injection—I wonder when the last one was—and put on a bandage. Hopefully
nothing else will be needed.
Summer seems to be here already! I currently don't have an outside thermometer, but the
temperatures must have been in the high 20s, and for once I was able to use the air
conditioner in earnest.
Didn't do too much all day. As a result of the heat, had to collect a lot of water from
Chris—when will these bore diggers finally establish contact? We could really do
with them now. Also a bit of pruning; it looks as if, despite all wind, it's more comfortable
in the garden than it was in Wantadilla.
Yesterday was warm enough, but today the temperatures went up over 30°—summer
already seems to be here, and the garden isn't liking it at all. Instead of rain, our
rainfall measurement beaker contained something more reminiscent of biblical plagues:
My foot is healing up nicely. What a pity that I forgot to take my allopurinol pill
yesterday, and now I have an attack of gout on the same foot. sigh.
The weather has changed completely since yesterday. The temperature must have dropped by
15°, if not 20°—high time I got an external thermometer—and it drizzled all day.
Thank God for that!
More work on the translation. I'm learning more about eyes than I ever wanted to.
The Bureau of Meteorology seems to be more accurate
with its forecasts for Victoria than for South Australia, but today they made a big mistake:
instead of the hot, dry weather they predicted, we got 2.5 mm of rain, which nowadays looks
like a lot. I can live with that, but I fear it's going to be too little, too late to save
our hay crop.
In the afternoon, finally got over my laziness and continued to demolish the pigsty. With
the exception of one corner, where we need to remove a dropper, it's all on the ground now.
Time to call the scrap metal people.
... did some work in the garden and finally removed the
old swing and slide that was under the trees. With a bit of irrigation, that area will be
quite nice in summer.
