This is the evening of the fifth day of the latest bushfires in the Blue Mountains. And I am packed to leave early tomorrow morning.
I have lived on the edge, but away from the flames, in Blackheath in 1994 and 2006. Each time the fire went into the Grosse Valley on the otherside of Blackheath. In 2002/3 I lived at Springwood waiting for the fire to come but the backburning by the RFS meant that this fire did not come. however we awoke on New Year’s Day to 2 fire trucks on the front lawn and the backburning happening around the old Citroens.
Chris and Leesa stayed in their house at Yellow Rock when the fire front passed on Boxing Day 2002. They saved their house. They were out when the high winds sent the fire last Thursday down Singles Ridge Road. They spent the night with Leesa’s parents and discovered at 8am the next day that their house was spared while so many around them were destroyed.
Now I am about to leave and hope it is to get out of the way and not be a problem for the firies. But I am very attached to my garden.
There were 2 rhodos in the back part of my block when bought it in 1990.
Since I moved to live here in 2005 I have totally redesigned the garden and focused on growing veggies, fruit trees, berries and I have chooks. After my trip across Central Asia seeing grapes from Turpan to Istanbul and throughout the Balkans I have grapes beginning to grow along a fence.
Espalier apples trees, laden with fruit and raspberries suffering from lack of water.
Best crop of garlic ever, onions and leeks.
I grow my herbs in pots on my deck following Bill Mollison’s advice “Herbs need to be close to door so you can go out and get them at the last minute in your pink fluffy slippers” The mind boggles of Bill and the slippers.
Broad beans looking towards the pear trees.
I have now had chooks for 4 years, very entertaining, greatly frustrating and a source of great eggs and compost.
They are not the brightest, today when I offered a snail they were so excited they were unable to locate the door from the pen to the run. Brenda grabbed it first as usual and then came back to check that my hands did not have another one.
As I expect to be back soon I planted 4 tomato plants today following my father’s advice that tomatoes are planted on Hobart Show Day. I know this is not Hobart but Blackheath like Hobart should mean the end of frosts.
I will keep you all informed.