Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Friday, July 8, 2011
Late on Monday afternoon I planted two ornamental pear trees, to replace trees I removed recently after they were chewed by one naughty pup. They came from someone in the local Landcare group who was digging up 30 or so of them on their property and kindly giving them away. Monday night we had howling winds and I wondered if they'd still be upright in the morning. Thursday they were covered in snow. Today it is blowing a gale again. They look happy enough, but I'm still crossing fingers that they survive the transplanting and last long enough for me to put up some protective wire around them on the weekend to deter dopey dogs.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.