When we started gardening on the patch next door to the house it was pretty big but we were using about half the available land as it was a little over run with nira (flat leafed onion/ chives?) and butterbur and jerusalem artichoke and fiddlehead fern and who knows what else.
All these plants are edible.
They were all planted there by the old woman who gardened here before us.
They all did amazingly well here and multiplied prolifically.
Unfortunately they are all not eaten in any great quantity by us.
So, bit by bit, little by little, metre by metre, we have started to push back the unloved and overabundant veggies to make room for the much loved and less common veggies- sweet potatoes and pumpkins and red onions and leeks and zucchinis and anything that requires a lot more effort to grow than what was there initially.
Because it's just no fun if it's not difficult to grow, right?
This last week we have made some huge progress in reclaiming land and I am feeling all colonial. I can just imagine my ancestors arriving in Australia and bushbashing and scratching out some land from the scrub and all.*
Of course colonising 21st century style is a lot less arduous what with tillers and ploughs and all.
But then it was an Australian who invented the stump-jump plough, hey?**
And so- the new colonies:
Foreground is the new pumpkin patch on the old jerusalem artichoke forest, background is the new sweet potato patch and eventual resting place of the greenhouse that was a fiddle head fern field:
And a closeup of the background above:
*I am not actually sure at all that my relatives were farmers. I think they were teachers. But hey, romanticising history is an Australian speciality.
**completely irrelevant as there are no stumps to jump at all here but ever since I learnt about the stump-jump plough in Year 9 history I have been strangely proud of that Aussie invention and loved the sound of the word. Stump-jump plough. Stump-jump plough.