The raising of the ground level on one side of the building is done. There are even plants! Some are relocations from on the block, some are from Bunnings and some are ferals out of the compost bin. Have the materials for the other side but are waiting to see how much rain is likely to fall over the next week or so, in order to avoid the laborious task of bailing the post holes out.
Remember the lovely lush green beans? Well they now look like this courtesy of a bazillion grasshoppers.
Remember the widdle gween bwades of gwass?
Well it now looks like this. . .
Baked out if existence by the unrelenting sun. Do you think that I have pointed out to the Old Codger that the seed packet said to plant in spring/autumn? Of course I have!
Look at the Shed!
Spent a week re-organising, sorting, throwing out. . . I now know where everything is.
There is even room for all the car.
Now, if he, who shall not be named, fails to replace anything in it's correct numerical sequence bloodshed will occur. (The other end is yet to be sorted)
Lastly the solar shed has been cleaned out.
It is now the repository for all the Defense against the Zombie Apocalypse tools.
Whew. I am now going to find a place where I can melt into a quivering puddle while the humidity on steroids hangs around until we get a storm.