After a short break away, it’s time to get back into the Permaculture garden. It’s been an exciting week as Luke was available to help us too so having four people to get stuck into things has made a considerable difference. As a young builder, Luke is a great asset. Besides being extremely fit and enthusiastic he’s very skilled and it’s a pleasure to have him on the job.
The main jobs this week included getting the two water tanks in place, cementing down the top layer of stone on the two lower garden beds and to complete the retaining wall at the back of the chook nook.
The wall is around 8.5m long and will be split with a terrace at 1m high. This is where the little chook house will sit. Like all the other garden walls, the lower wall is made from on-site sandstone and the top section from a steel frame and corrugated iron sheeting. While our preference is to use pre-loved materials wherever possible, we’ve been unable to locate any suitable 2nd hand material for the job so we’ve relinquished on this occasion and bought new stuff. The combination of natural stone and tin work beautifully together adding an Aussie ‘farm style’ touch to the garden.
As the lower rock wall had to be completed first which included enclosing water pipes for future irrigation, there were cheers, whistles and photographs as Uncle Robot lay the final stone in the corner on Thursday afternoon.
Here’s a look at the changes we’ve made to the chook nook so far.
As a few weeks have passed since the tank pads were laid, the concrete has cured and ready for the new water tanks to be put in place. Our steep site has many challenges and none of us were looking forward to manoeuvring the tanks down the narrow stone steps at the side of the house. Initially Chris had what he called ‘a brilliant idea’ to lower one of the unwieldy 2200 litre water tanks down through the steep bush block next door using a piece of rope slung around his waist! As I stood listening to his hair brained idea, I imagined the tank hurtling full speed down the 30° slope with Chris flying wildly behind in tow. As thoughts of the tree stump came to mind, with a bit of coaxing I managed to prize the rope from his fingers and momentarily thought of lassoing the rope around his neck and tying him to the nearest tree to keep him out of trouble. I thought better of it when I remembered how strong he was and figured we would need his help to get the tank down the hill. After much moaning and groaning the tank and all four of us arrived safely at the bottom of the block, unscathed and we sighed with relief as we laid the tank on it’s pad. Like Dad’s old compost tumbler, the galvanised steel overflow tank now sits like a proud sentry perched high above the valley, ready to take on it’s important role in providing harvested rain water for our Permaculture garden.
It’s been a fantastic week of productive and creative work and I’m relieved to say I still have a wonderful husband, even if his ideas are sometimes a little…lets say…interesting.