Kale eating beasties

These green cabbage caterpillars are turning my kale into intricate lace work.

green cabbage grubs

I don’t like kale so I don’t grow it to eat it, I grow it for the grubs. The man at Bunnings told me that he doesn’t like kale or cabbage either but that he grows a big pot of each to lure the beasties in for a feast and away from all the things he wants to eat. They do seem to love it, I think I need another pot.

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Now I just need to find something to lure the tan and white strawberry eating beastie (Chicken Little) away from the strawberry patch.

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Treasure Hunts

I’ve been doing some shopping for Mum lately.

It’s easier for me to zip about, find a park, get in and out of the car and the shop than it is for her to drive the hour into town, find a disabled car park near the shop she needs, wrangle her walker out of the boot then get into the shop, possibly dealing with steps or impossibly heavy doors that you need to pull open towards you while at the same time getting your disabled body and walker one-armed through them and then deal with some moron salesman who seems to think you’re feeble minded just because you’re elderly.

Honestly, whoever makes plans for disabled people in this town is obviously as nimble as a spring lamb and as hearty as an ox.

So anyway she sends me these random lists of things she needs, I go find them, then she drives in and we meet for lunch and I hand over the goods and she hands over the cash. I always feel as if I’m on a treasure hunt as she sends me a list but often doesn’t give clues as to where I should go to get the goods. Yesterday I set off to find:

2 nighties (with short sleeves, specific brand)
samples of four make-up foundations (specific brands)
LSA mix, psyllium husks and rice bran straws for her super healthy breakfast mix
macuvision vitamins (to keep her eyes sharp)
a dvd player that can also record two tv shows at the same time (she likes her crime dramas)

We met at a garden nursery up the highway today for the handover as she wanted to have a look about and they have a nice cafe. The whole place is beautifully set up and it was a glorious spring day. They have these huge garden sculptures that you can buy and I’d love a giraffe but we have a tiny yard and it would have to stand looking over the fence onto the highway. It’d probably become a traffic accident hazard.

local-wildlife heritage gardens nursery

I thought I could just get a little monkey but then I said to Mum that Chicken Little would probably think it was real and spend all day out there barking at it.

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It was nice to see some sun and colour. I took this photo because I was taking photos with my phone and Mum asked me if it was good enough to stop the butterfly here from spinning (it was spinning around like crazy on that wire) and yes, I guess it was, it’ll do me anyway. Hello spring.

butterfly garden ornament

The spring sneeze

And so another day begins with an antihistamine and some panadol. Spring hasn’t officially begun and most allergy sufferers I know have already had a solid three weeks of blocked noses and sinus’ and watery eyes. My husband is the worst, he’s started freaking out when he sees a wattle tree, even if we’re driving past it with the windows wound up. He’s suffered from allergies (mainly dust and pollens) for his entire life but it’s all new for me, it’s only something I seem to have developed over the past couple of years and I can’t say I’m happy about it. The trouble with the antihistamines is that they clear up my nose but they also suck every bit of moisture out of my  body and I don’t want to talk about my skin but ok I will – remember that ad for moisturiser and they had the leaf that was all dried up but then it plumped back to beauty with a bit of moisture? Well  I look and feel like that dried up leaf but no amount of moisturizer is bringing my skin back to life. I’m like crocodile woman – too much longer and you’ll be able to make handbags out of me.

I guess I first became aware of an allergy problem with the hair bleaching thing last year; where I started developing a swollen itchy head a couple of times after trips to the hairdresser. I did go back after the first time and it was ok but then the next it was really bad so I haven’t been back for a while and I’m just sort of letting it go while I grow out of this allergy thing (haha). Let me just say that there ain’t no pretty way to grow out bleached hair – the next 12 months are going to get crazy but I figure the best way to do it is just own it – pretend that’s exactly the way I mean for it to be. It’s going to be the hombre look taken to the extreme and without a lot of blending.

I’m pretty sure I’m even developing an allergy to the dog – not that I’d get rid of her or anything! At least the pills work for me – nothing works for Daz, he’s tried every new thing they come up with, he’s even had surgery to clear the passages but nothing helps, he just seems to be used to it. He’s one of those men that still uses hankies – I’ve only ever met one other, I was at a party and this guy whipped out his hankie. Not that they’re much use – he’ll get through about a dozen hankies a day, what he needs is a 12 pack of bandanas a day.

See – spell check doesn’t even know what a hanky is! Lol, it wants me to use huskies – no my husband doesn’t get through a dozen huskies a day, he doesn’t whip out his huskie at parties thank you.

Weekly photo challenge: solitary

The reason this guy was solitary was because the water was bloody freezing. Spring has definitely started out with a hot bang but the water temperature hasn’t quite got there yet.

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Have to say that this guy was really travelling. By the time he got past the waves he was flying.

Spring has sprung

Yes, spring has sprung. I love it when spring sprungs. All that promise in the air. And pollen. Not that it bothers me. But it means for the next couple of months Daz will be chugging the zyrtec and getting through a steady supply of hankies. He needs to keep away from this thing that is flowering at the moment. Looks pretty but its a bugger for allergy sufferers.

Oh but its so exciting when I look out the back and see our tree looking like this.

And birds are playing in the bird bath. Mind you by the time those two big berthas plonk themselves in there’s not much room for splashing about.

And Chicken Little wants to be outside chasing them. Naughty Chicken, she almost got one last weekend.

And even my old bush orchid which I obviously neglect terribly is going to flower again soon.

And I had three deliveries from the mailman this morning.

And when I was running this morning this song came on and put a spring step into my run. Mind you its not my favourite Washington song but its the one they’re playing on the radio at the moment and it is springlike.  More australian talent. Where does it ever end I ask.

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