And it was hot, very hot.
My poor garden had browned, wilted and eventually rolled over under the constant sun. I tried to revive favoured plants as best I could :- Citrus trees, orchard, remaining roses, and vegie patch. Hopefully they'll survive, quite a few haven't...I must admit that I was surprised that no (well actually just one ) pumpkins had come up (like last year). I had chucked plenty of seeds into the garden - especially the back corner where there was horse manure. I thought they would go crazy there - but I guess given the lack of rain - nothing happened. and speaking of pumpkins my 2 remaining pumpkins in the cellar have collapsed and must be thrown out
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| collapsed pumpkin with fruit fly "shadow" above it |
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| Pumpkin sliming down the wall |
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| and the rest of it on the floor |
The vegie garden is looking ok though - I had let a couple of the artichokes flower
And some corn cobs are developing
Most of those nice looking raspberries have disappeared though, and there don't seem to be many ripe mulberries - birds?? Plenty of the red ones though. Tomatoes have survived - Denise told me that Gordon had watered them which was nice of him. And lettuces are looking quite pretty towering and going to seed.
Before changing into overalls, I did a quick circuit of town to see my friends, and also to see if anything new was afoot.
Well, I was made aware of 2 Christmas activities ;- the Inglewood Christmas BBQ / carols in the town hall, and I happened to overhear someone at the IGA mention that something was on at the Village Green at Kingower tonight (Saturday). Now, I happened to recall that David & Dahleen at Blanch Barkly told me about films that they showed there - so I supposed that was what was happening. Just to make sure, I called Dahleen (got the phone number off a wine bottle) and asked if there was a film on tonight. Well, there was not only a film, but the Kingower Christmas party. I asked if it was 'open to the public" ie non Kingower residents, obviously showing my hand. Dahleen said yes of course, and said that they were putting on a bbq, for $5 per head, and everyone to bring a salad or nibbles etc. I somewhat shamefacedly said I'd bring something packaged ie nuts/ crackers. Normally I would make something delicious, but I was up there to work not to cook...She said that was fine, so I was rather pleased about that.
Justin was keen for me to report back on the concrete path that he and Mark had fixed up. He had also wanted me to remove the metal and wooden sides
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| new patch section with wood on left and metal on right |
Which I did
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| forms removed |
So into the overalls I changed, and out the front I went, to trim the multitudes of irises that had multiplied since I planted them in Winter of 2011. They were looking decidedly scrappy as there were spent flower heads and some brown leaves. And I wanted the front to look respectable given the upcoming Christmas party across the road.
I initially started chopping off the flower heads, but then thought it would be neater to cut the leaves also - into a fan type shape.
It was certainly hot work. A young boy walked past and said hello (Kyle from 2 houses up, owner of dearly departed Monty/Trixie the cat). We had a brief chat, and he went on his way. He returned a bit later, and I assumed he'd been to the shop (he was carrying a shopping bag) - so I asked him if he 'd brought me an icy pole. He smiled and said no, and went off in the direction of home.
A few iris snips later, and he was back - proffering an ice pole in my direction. I was a bit embarrassed, and confessed that I had just been joking, I didn't really expect him to get me an icy pole. But he smiled again and insisted that I take it. What a nice boy! and it was certainly appreciated as it would have been about 35 degrees in the shade.
I had another chat with an elderly couple - Jack and Irene. Jack's great aunt had been married to Jim Secombe (the 2nd owner of Nimmitabel) - and Irene was saying that it was ironic that the Tiveys had had 14 children and this nice big house, while the Secombes were childless and just rattled around in all of those rooms. I invited them to come and have a cup of tea with us next time they were in Inglewood, as they had to hurry off to an appointment this time.
I must admit, I was getting pretty hot doing this, so I set myself a target and a reward. The target was to finish the left hand side of the gate iris bed, and at the completion I would shout myself a beer... Of course I was stopping for water breaks also.
Anyway, I finally finished and ambled on up to the Empire. Ros was at the bar, and I asked her for a large icy water to slam down, followed by a large icy beer. Of course I couldn't actually slam down the water, as it was too cold, would have got an "icecream headache"
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| after shot - nice and neat taken on Sunday |
Ron from a few weeks ago came over and said hello, and shared a funny story with me. As I was still in overalls, boots and straw hat, some other blokes had remarked to Ron that I was probably a blow in tomato picker - picking tomatoes at Julie's husband's place. He let them conjecture for a while, and then told them that I had bought the Tivey house which was obviously a surprise to them. Ron thought all of this most amusing, as did I. We had quite a chat, and he also shouted me a beer, wouldn't let me return the favour, as I didn't feel like another one - after all I was off to the Kingower Christmas party a bit later on.
Eventually went home, showered, changed, and drove down the road to Kingower.
The Village Green has the gazebo, and already had 20 or so people gathered sitting at tables, or standing in small groups. I walked across somewhat tentatively, as I'd only spoken to Dahleen about coming, and she didn't appear to be there yet. Well, I needn't have been concerned, as a man strode towards me, said he knew who I was, and introduced himself as Dahleen's brother Terry. I was graciously welcomed, introduced around, and referred to myself as the "interloper from Inglewood", Terry sometimes added the detail of us being the new owners of Nimmitabel. Everyone was extremely friendly, and I had a tremendous time. I met David's brother Melvin who made non commercial batches of dessert wine, Daniel - a Chilean man, Darren and Nicole who had bought the old Kingower school house and were doing it up, and lots of other people. And the food, my goodness it was a bountiful spread, Terry cooked up sausages etc on the bbq, and others had brought cheeses, pates, dips, salads, pudding etc. My store-bought contribution was pitiful by comparison. Unfortunately I didn't take any photos here. For one, my phone was in my handbag, as I didn't have any pockets, and secondly I had just met these people, and didn't want to start taking happy snaps like a gauche tourist. The weather was also perfect, although it had been hot working in the garden, it cooled a little during the evening, and certainly by 11 or so I had to put on a jumper. At 10.30 the feature movie was put on :- White Christmas with Bing Crosby. Terry had erected a screen, and had a portable projector, was just lovely watching under the stars, and the large gum trees. Finished up around 12.30 or so, and was home back in bed by 1am.
Sunday was supposed to be 38 degrees in Melbourne, and even hotter here in Inglewood. I started off by watering the favoured plants again in the cool of the morning. And then attacked the right hand side trimming the irises. It was slightly overcast, and there was a bit of a breeze, so it wasn't too unbearable. Two likely lads in a hotted up something pulled up and had a chat, as one of them had been interested in the house over the years.
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| ground level view before |
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| Standing view afterwards |
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| gardening "selfie" |
Eventually finished, and did a little victory jig for the benefit of me - but no celebratory beer at the end. I felt bone tired, and I guess the heat had got to me too, so I retired to my bed for a mid afternoon "nana nap" of an hour or so. It was great, I felt refreshed afterwards, and then onto the next party at 4.30 which was the Inglewood Christmas party.
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| Inglewood Christmas party #1 |
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| Inglewood Christmas party #2 |
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| Inglewood Christmas party #3 |
Lots of people, Robert, Alan and the other Lions men cooking up snags and burgers on the portable bbqs - what a terrible job on such a hot day! Father Christmas, a jumping castle, face painting, an IT bus for the kids, it was all very festive. Denise and Steve came soon after I did, and we buddied around together, and had some sausages and drinks.
Around 5.30 we went into the hall and listened to the band - the 501s who also played at Easter. They were initially playing old rock and roll type songs
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| town hall 501 concert |
Not too many people in there at that time, but it certainly filled up by the time they started with the Christmas carols
A small inconvenience was when a small boy was rushed past me by his mother. He was intermittently vomiting, and unfortunately scored a direct hit on my foot while I was sitting in hall listening to the band.
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| vomit shoe |
This caused me in turn to rush back home, and rinse my shoe, as I didn't fancy the smell becoming ingrained nor more concentrated in the heat.
After the carols, which Denise and I both sang along to lustily (Steve abstained) they drew tickets for the various prizes. I thought I was in with a chance, given that I hadn't won anything at Inglewood Alive 3 weeks ago, however alas, luck was not on my side again even though before each draw I said to Denise how lucky I was feeling.
I guess it finished around 7.30 or so, and Denise, Steve and myself went to the Empire to have a couple of cold drinks, and then home to bed - where I watched Jimmy Stewart in "It's a wonderful life" - another golden oldie Christmas themed movie.
Tidied up, and left just before 11am the next day - and will be back again on the 27th for a more extended stay
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