It is now 6 months since we moved into our new house and 11 months since we moved onto the farm. Nanne's garden is slowly taking shape, as is the creek behind the house. Can there be any greater pleasure than working with the Creator out in His creation, restoring the neglected places or gathering beauty from friends' gardens to enjoy in our own? Perhaps sharing it with others equals it, or teaching grandchildren to appreciate it.
When the world grows more dark and dangerous, there is always the garden to bring us healing beauty and peace and new life. Thank you Lord!
The view from my kitchen window: a big red pin oak and happy little chooks.
Cuttings from the old house now looking healthy.
The front rockery (or 'loggery') taking shape, new plantings in and 'taken'. Just wait till spring!
Cuttings, seedlings and petunias. The treasured wisteria all set to climb the verandah next spring.
Vege garden with the last of the summer veges finishing and the winter ones in: onions, peas, cauli, broccoli and cabbage.
Much compost needed yet. Winter's work.
The gate (another pallet creation) to the creek
Traces of the old tree that fell across the creek still visible, now just a fire pit for grandchildren to toast marshmellows.
The hardest part of the restoration so far. All stones on the wall had fallen into the creek. Mud on the right had covered them and the spring was travelling underground. Still a work in progress
The head of the spring, from where water is piped to the old concrete tank, and thence to animal troughs and garden.
The creek now clean all the way to the bottom of the hill and on its way to the house block.
The Ninety Tree, commemorating my mother's 90th birthday. A beautiful Manchurian Pear, white blossoms in spring, shade in summer, red leaves in autumn.
The head of the spring, from where water is piped to the old concrete tank, and thence to animal troughs and garden. 
