For twenty-five years I’ve been planning to buy some jasmine, just as soon as I’d bought a house.
And now, in all its early-spring glory, here it is. Gracefully draping itself over the chook-shed! That reddish fluffball in the background is a chook bottom.
Just to add to the elegance of our chook shed, our quince is blossoming. I luvs me quince.
Opa is busy building the new chook shed Ron and I have been planning. It was just after he’d nailed the first nails into the cross beams on the last outside wall that I came out to check progress and just had to ask whether it was intended that the old chook hut would stay inside the new one.
Apparently not.
A couple of nails hastily pulled out, a stud removed and bobs-your-uncle…. no one will ever know.
postcards from the north 