what today's garden activity has been?
Those of you who said brain surgery in the kitchen sink do not get the prize!
We have been experiencing very sleepless nights lately. For some reason, our dear old dog, Merlin, has taken to barking incessantly from under the back verandah and tearing from one side of the backyard to the other. He has a huge bark and I'm afraid that the neighbours are going to get sick of the noise real fast. As we have done. If I do manage to coax him inside, within a very short space of time, he is again out there barking. He has also been rolling in something unspeakably stinky. This morning, when I spied that he was again sporting a suit of stink clothing, I took myself off down the back stairs and decided to do a circuit of the yard to find the source of the world's worst smell. I didn't have to go far - only as far as the mulberry tree! And there they are, hanging in all their glossy loveliness - the ripe and luscious mulberries. And all around the tree are the signs of the feast that the flying foxes have been having every night, including the remains of the mulberries they have already eaten and that have made their way through their little flying foxy digestive systems and once again into the environment in which we reside. In other words, the ground is covered in flying fox crap and Merlin has been rolling in it!
Off to the laundry tub he went!! Poor sweet old thing, here I was proclaiming loud and long that he has lost his marbles, that he is spending his nights barking at nothing and worst still, keeping me awake and making me grumpy in the day, and he was actually trying to rid the skies over the entire block of the dreaded crapping enemy.
So I resolved to start picking the mulberries with a view to making a batch of jam. I find it hard to stand for any great length of time on my mending ankle, but in a reasonably shortish period of time this afternoon picked this -
Tomorrow, I will pick more.
A happy footnote - the tradesman turned up and the job is sorted (it was motorising the new garage door) and the quilt that had to be finished by this Friday has been delivered. Something I made years ago and because it really wasn't my cup of tea, has remained just a pieced quilt top with no real purpose. I'm not sorry to see it go but happy that I have gained a little space in the sewing room cupboard. It is being auctioned at a charity fund raising dinner on Friday night - hopefully someone whose cup of tea it is will buy it.