But, back to our eco-journey in South Africa.
The whole purpose of our last trip to the farm was to allow the digger/loader entry to the property in order for it to dig the foundations. I had to sacrifice my new washing line as it had be placed in exactly the position marked by the architect for the garage. Grrrrrrrr!
RMan then decided that my nagging had finally been too much, and he asked the driver to scoop out some of the alien Black Wattles which had taken up residence in the spot where a previous load of building sand had been dumped. It's all very well saying we need shade for those hot summer days, but when that quest results in completely blocking our view of Traddouw Pass and generates a feeling of being hemmed in, then I reckon it's pointless.
|Overcrowded self-seeded trees|
Carefully, carefully - loosen the roots...
|Effortless tree removal with the digger / loader|
... a gentle scoop here, and gentle scoop there, and then toddle off to the fence between our neighbour and us to relocate the newly up-rooted trees.
|The relocated tree site|
When we left for the farm on the Friday lunchtime, it was pouring with rain - and it poured most of the way. Recalling the wet, soggy clay mess of my veggies patch last year in August as the beds were being prepared, I asked RMan to stop at the local Co-Op in order to see if they had any wellies in stock. I mean, what is a farmer's wife if she hasn't got any wellies?
|A pair of Wayne's Wellies for RMan,|
and a pair for me :)
|Wayne Wellies, Made in South Africa.|
They even have Wayne's V.A.T. number printed
on them LOL
|I reckon RMan looks quite sexy in|
his new Wellies LOL
But, the clean trouser bottoms and socks are worth the extra exercise my legs are going to get! And every time I need to nip inside to make a cup of tea, taking the wellies off is a breeze!
Happy Days :)