Neighbourhood herbs

my Streetside herbs

Inspired by The Main Ingredient and a group called Herbshare this weekend I planted out some herbs in my front garden.

I rarely use all the herbs I buy in the supermarket. Most times you only need a bit of thyme or basil or parsley and the rest wilts and goes slimy in the fridge.

At least it does in my fridge.

The Herbshare idea is that you plant your herbs in your front gardens accessible from the street.

Then you plot your herbs on a map so that your neighbours know what you’ve got.

So that when they need that bit of coriander, or basil, or mint they can just pop across the road and pick a bit from your garden. Only taking what they need.

I love this idea.

My plan (as we don’t have HS over here in WA yet) is to establish my herbs, then pop a note into my neighbours letter boxes inviting them to take some herbs whenever they need to.

I’m already taking the odd bay leaf from my neighbours tree over the road, and the limes that I can reach from next door… so it all works out in the wash.

I just hope the wretched things grow!

If you live near me I’ve planted thyme, sage, mint, rocket, basil, coriander, dill, and parsley.

As insurance I also planted out the rest in my fishpond. As you do.

My fishpond herb garden

Actually I was quite excited.

I bought some potting mix and manure to top up the pond and when I dug it in discovered a rich black composty soil below.

This year when I weeded the verge I chucked it in the fishpond. A couple of months later after quite a bit of rain and some hot days and it is perfect herb growing soil.

What a bonus! Really must make a note to do it again.

In other news, the girl is off to India and the boy is coming home again.

And yes, I’m still rowing.

Willie wagtail encounter

Today I decided I’d tackle the front verge of our house and weed it.

Our house has looked neglected and abandoned.

Well… we all hate weeding.

So even though I’d left my iPod at work and was forced to weed unaccompanied, out I went into the cold but brilliant sunshine of a Sunday afternoon in winter.

In fact it made my day.

I was kneeling there, on my oh so attractive orange knee-pads, a baggy oversized polarfleece jumper and red woolen beanie completing my look, when I heard a flapping sound.

To my astonishment a willy wagtail had flown down and was perched on the end of my bucket, well the old fridge vegie tray that I was using as my bucket.

He was not even a foot away from me.

He chattered away, as they do, waggled his tail, hopped from one end of the tray to the other, clearing checking me out.

Maybe my attire made me less threatening?

He then flew off and chattered at me from the wall.

Which is when I went inside to get my camera.

Unfortunately he never flew down again but I felt honoured to have met him.

It made weeding the verge feel good, and very few things do that!

Bring out your dead

Concerned readers will be relieved to know the title of this post does not refer to the author following the attack of the stinger a few days ago.

Indeed the evidence of the brutal tentacled molestation is all but gone and your correspondent is very much alive and kicking.

Not kicking as well as her daughter who is limbering up for a karate grading on Monday, but still quite well.

If a little sore.

Muscle sore that is from all the hard work this week has involved clearing out the back room and the back wall.

I’ve cleaned out the back room several times before, but this time we were serious.


We’ve even taken out the bookshelves.


Now apart from about 6 small boxes – the room is storage free.

I’ve sold or given away 14 boxes of books, including most of my science fiction collection.

The old telly and microwave, bookcases and four boxes of previously packed junk have gone on the verge (and a lot of it very quickly into other people’s cars).

And after four years we’ve finally got round to putting up the cedar blinds… which we’ve been meaning to do since we replaced them in the main house.

I feel relieved and zen.

And a little muscle sore.

Because we also pulled off the ivy from the back wall.


The ivy has long been a leaf trap, releasing them in a steady stream into the pool.

This was not our pool’s finest hour but you can see what the ivy ad vines looked like.


Every year we have to cut it back so we can walk down to the pump.

It has taken us at least six years since a landscape designer recommended we get rid of it to finally rip it out.

And then we discovered the high pressure hose…
So that’s the first week of my holidays over.

Boy it went quickly.

Now just the car to sort out, an ongoing fitness plan, the stumps need to be ground down… oh and I want to fix the paving round the pool.

Just one or two things on the list then.

Raspberry patch



I’ve planted a raspberry bush.

I love raspberries but at $10 a punnet who can afford to eat them!

We buy the frozen ones sometimes as a special treat and the kids make short work of them.

The best raspberries I’ve ever tasted were at a berry farm on the east coast of Tasmania.

Oh rapture!

I bought the plant at the Mt Claremont Farmers Market last weekend.

My gardening advisor said lots of organic matter and a handful of some fast release fertiliser in the bottom of the hole.

Water every day.

Does this look like a happy raspberry plant?

Apparently raspberries send out runners and I could end up with a raspberry corner.

Bring it on!

Of course my pommy husband Groover was skeptical.

“I grew up with raspberries” sniffs he, “and they will never survive in Perth!”

Yeah whatever.

*blows raspberry*

We’ll see who is right in a few months and whether four years studying agricultural science actually counts for anything.