Carrot Pants

Spring is starting to get my gardening juices flowing. I've been preparing the vege patch with lashings of pony poo and straw from the chicken house. Hopefully I can grow more exquisite carrots such as the one I grew last year. It looks to me like a cyclist has tucked their stretchy pants into the their socks and and then inflated them with the tyre pump.

Life in the freezer

More disruption pics. All our beautiful Cabbage Trees have had their leaves bent and disfigured by the inescapable burden of snow. Our cat, Scud was excited by the thought of being a snow leopard. The chooks took one look and stayed in their house for two days. Whether it was the cold or the hottie I slipped into their coup, our chook that had not yet payed her way with a supply of eggs, has finally started to deliver us beautiful blue shelled eggs.
Thankfully all that is left now is the slowly dissolving stump of a snow person, leaking into the back lawn

Snow

An eerie orange glow accompanied a big dump of snow last week. I think it was from the street lights reflecting off the snow flakes as they plummeted mercilessly entombing the city in a cold and vulgar crust of disruption. The pics above were taken around 11.30 pm. The top one is our front garden the other is the street outside the front garden. I can never understand the joy that grips people who ski?

Signage

A bunch of signs that have recently caught my attention.

Roaming

Our chooks have been allowed out to roam the backyard. The vege patch has been well weeded and dug over. We are still being rewarded with a plentiful supply of yokey orbs of goodness. The chook that was laying blue eggs, ceased fire about two months ago has oddly started up again. The only creature I know that is hungrier than a chook is a teenage boy.

Rust Fossils

I first stumbled across this bed of what appears to be rust fossils about 20 years ago. They are only visible at low tide. The place is Kakanuni about 10 kms form Oamaru. My theory on these is, many years ago this area was used as a dumping ground for old unwanted railways bits. Because this is at the bottom of a cliff it was easy to to just shove the rubbish over. The continual tumbling of the waves and rocks eventually pounded, corroded and fused the bed rock and rubbish together. This whole area is part of an extinct volcano around about 35 million years old.
I took these snaps recently. I met a geology student taking measurements for part of his course. He told me how old the area is.

More Hearts

More hearts lurking in the wilderness. The top one is in the McKezie country the other is in an Oamaru beach. I have a friend who collects heart shaped rocks. She has some displayed on the windowsill above the toilet. That last big quake in Christchurch flung them about, resulting in a smashed toilet bowl.... Nature creates and nature takes away.