It's all happening inside - but the outside is being neglected!
We’re weeks, maybe days away from becoming a family of five.
I can’t quite believe that’s really true. But there’s no denying this basketball I’m carrying around is very nearly ready to, well, drop.
Both of my other children have arrived one and two weeks early, so I guess we’re officially in the “zone”.
Last night I finally packed a hospital bag, and sorted out the new baby’s bed. I’ve been nesting like mad inside; painting walls, rearranging furniture, pasting wallpaper and tidying up the linen cupboard. I’m (almost) good to go.
And that’s probably a good thing for our bank account, which has been taking a hammering as my nesting instincts reached a whole new level.
We’ve had walls painted (which started as just the kids rooms, and ended up being virtually the whole interior of the house), wardrobes done, (again just the kids to start – now all of ours plus the laundry,) we’re wallpapered our bedroom in a cool Palm Jungle print I hope I won’t regret post-baby (we’re ‘bringing the outside in!’), and painted a large blackboard wall in the kitchen in order to try and keep some organisation and sanity once we’re in the next family stage.
This has seen a steady trickle of trades and bills head our way, so while the inside has had a bit of a makeover, the outside, my previous pride and joy, is more than a little neglected.
This is a time when the garden should be flourishing, and thankfully nature is playing its part to some extent.
Red cherry tomatoes are in abundance, the zucchinis are growing in front of my eyes, the beans are ripe for twice daily picking and the capsicums are flourishing.
But the flops we’ve had have been to do with lack of time, attention and water. After just experiencing possibly the best Waitangi weekend weather I can remember, we forgot about the watering and our much prized potted lemon tree which was looking so hopeful, just upped and d(r)ied. Devastating!
The powdery mildew is back on the zucchinis, and the strawberries haven’t fruited since before Christmas.
Let’s not talk about the potted colour in my previously vibrant hanging baskets and pots. They’ve all but shrivelled up and are a very ‘unwelcome’ welcome at the front door.
The hardy sweet peas are thankfully a beautiful, colourful reminder that not all is lost!
My head has been in another place. My body has been too tired. And now the garden is suffering.
I’ve taken to plucking and picking daily and dropping to neighbours, because even with the abundance of surviving fruit and vege, I’m not much chop in the kitchen at the moment.
The kids are developing an unhealthy liking for baked beans and spaghetti, and eggs on toast, with some crunchy just-picked beans on the side.
Jude has started taking his own trip out to the garden, telling me promptly on return, ‘don’t worry mum, I’ve had my vegetables. I just ate some kale and beans (bugs and all).’
I guess there are these phases of life where your mind and efforts are taken elsewhere. In my head I think soon I’ll be home with a baby, and my time for the garden will return. But the reality is I’ll probably just be struggling to get on top of the washing/cooking/school work pile.
I have just treated myself this morning to some bright yellow Chrysanthemums to fill the dried up pots, for all those guests that will no doubt be popping past to see the new addition. I just have to actually plant them in the pots, perhaps after a wee rest!
Ps My daughter Tilly is delighter her tiny watermelon seed has spread and we've just spotted some baby watermelon in the garden!