it's Spring

For some reason there are birds that chirp all night long in our perfect tree outback. I get up at midnight to let Maddie out and there they are. I get up at 3 am and yep, still twittering away. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for birdies singing their little hearts out but come on, 3 am!? Must be global warming or the poles reversing. Something is going on and I mid-as-well get in on it.

So I bought $65 worth of plants last weekend and have been working on getting them into the ground all week. So far, the three pumpkin plants are in, so is the dill, four citronella plants (ones gone missing already-I'm blaming Maddie), oregano, sage and wisteria are all in.
The eggplant, tomatoes, basil, Meyer lemon, galangal, chamomile, squash, zucchini, and a couple plants forgotten what are, still sit scattered around the property. Tomorrow, the day starts early with a trip to the markets for cut flowers, a Kaffir lime and a bunch of rosemary plants. Then it's off to puppy school with our growing terrorist, and then to Bunnnings, to buy a little spade, some garden and potting soil and some blood and bone. All this before noon when it's time for a four year olds Princess (read costume) birthday party. Fun times.

Our lawn went a bit feral and Mick got the mower going yesterday, I think he started daydreaming, cause I came home to discover two of my three ginger plants now are little stumps. I'm going to have to tie bright orange safety tape to them and everything else I plant outside the apricot brick beds. silly boys!

update

Thanks for your patience, it's been awhile, but this time I have a good reason. Yes, I am a bit lazy about posting, but stepping away from the outside world to be with my partner is a pretty damn good excuse.

Back in mid August Mick got the call saying that his surgery would be on Monday 8 September. There went my heart, straight through my chest. The words I'd been waiting to hear since Easter finally were audiable and I didn't want to hear them. I realise that yes, I had issues with this whole surgery thing.

I do love my honey and I want him to be healthy, but more than that I want him to be around. The smallest chance of him leaving this world or his personality changing scared the shit out of me. I think it scared me so much because Mick has always been so confident and comfortable with who he is. Mick is an immense character, he's passionately loved by family and friends, he's a big bear that sits on a big boulder, steadfast and strong. The kind of bear and boulder that easily becomes your favorite company and place to watch life go by.

Right, as mick would say that's enough mush, back to the cutting. Luckily I had three weeks to come to terms with the surgery and amazingly, I did. The more I talked to people about it the more comfortable I felt with the whole procedure. And now that it's over and everything is pretty much good, I'm glad it's over, of course. So very very glad.

Mick came home on Monday, he's up the coast on Bribie today having a fishing trip with his grandad Soni and hopefully remembering to take his tablets. He gets tired, but I suppose after having the closest thing to brain surgery as you can get, I'd be tired too.

In fact I am a bit tired, Maddie's fell asleep while sharing the chair with me and an empty bed is calling so, good night, sweet dreams, and don't let the bed bugs bite.

Oh yeah, before I head off to my own sweet dreams, thank you. Thank you to everyone who has been supportive of Mick and I and the rest of the family. Thank you for your thoughts, calls, patience and everything else you have shared with us.

night.