Autumn is upon us at last.
For those in temperate climates, this isn’t necessarily a matter for celebration, but for people nearer the equator, it represents the start of more moderate weather, a time when the garden doesn’t grow quite as rampantly as in the hot, wet summer, and when stepping out of a cool shower doesn’t make you immediately break a sweat because the bathroom’s stinking hot. So of course, it’s the time of year when you start taking care of all the stuff that’s accumulated over the summer. Autumn-cleaning, as opposed to Spring-cleaning. And it’s time to use all the free dump vouchers Mackay city council has kindly given us.
For me, this means firstly making a start on clearing out the store room, getting rid of the hundreds of boxes and piles and piles of newspaper left over from our move in September last year. They’ve been sitting flattened and neatly stacked but severely In The Way, and now I can face work down in the somewhat less boiling hot and rather dark store room, they’ve gone to the paper and cardboard recycling facility at the dump, pronto. It’s an easy start. I also discovered three boxes of books I was sure had got lost in the move, and have unpacked about a million boxes of the Husband’s DVDs. OK, about 6… but it felt like more, particularly as I had to shelve them as well.
The next trailer load is to be prunings of Monstera and Elephant ear and old deadwood from tidying up around Frogtopia, ripping out the old spent snake bean vines and tomato plants, green palm fronds I’ve cut back and deadwood from my yellow double hibiscus.
Trailer No. 3 will be the contents of the palm frond dumping bay behind the shed. Until I got my new telescopic offset loppers, I had no way of dealing with the large, messy, very fibrous dead palm fronds that would fall in quantities from the numerous palm trees in the garden, and they went into a corrugated iron ‘box’ to contain the problem until I found a solution. The Husband was in favour of petrol and a match. Which is illegal here unless you get a permit, because of the fire risk. I want to get rid of the lot, and they’ll be going to the green waste facility, along with lots of dead branches and bits of dead wood stacked beside it.
Trailer No. 4 is the ugly, nasty, pointless, spiky, rampant shrubs in the left hand front flower bed. Nothing a little chainsaw action can’t take care of… The long term plan there is that we get a little Dingo digger in to grub up the roots, dig us some post holes, excavate the footprint of the chook house slab, and time permitting, slice off the turf from the area where I’m planning the vegie beds. We’re getting impatient to make a start on the chook area, and it’s time to begin…
Meanwhile, I can’t bear looking at that nasty lot any longer and once the Dingo’s done its work I can start planting shrubs and small trees out there. Finally, a permanent home for the frangipanis, the flame tree, the murraya, the cherry guava. And some-where to put the replacements for the plants I had to leave behind at the last Gardens of Chiconia.
All this hacking back and garden planning is extremely pleasurable, but I confess I’m a bit weary…