I'm digging it

Today I started digging in the garden with the aim of starting organic vegetable patches. There is nothing like digging into the dirt (this is what spending time in Hong Kong does to a person) - fun for about half an hour or so and then you feel the stabbing pain in your back, knees and arm. Why elderly people do this on a regular basis is beyond me. I also have a new found respect for people in employment that consists of physical labour and the Amish.

The following things crossed my mind while I was digging/hacking into the ground:

• *When I die I don't want to be buried
• *This is better than sitting in front of a PC all day
• *"As God as my witness, I'll never be hungry again!" - Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind
• *Am I going to find bars of gold or fossils?
• *I need to buy a rake

In two hours, I uprooted everthing in the patch of dirt except for two sprigs of spring onion planted by the previous owner. I was going to uproot them as well because they weren't spaced out properly, but I figured if none of my seedlings sprout then at least there will still be two bunches of spring onion.

The bull ants were scurrying around probably scared shitless by the human created earthquake. Tomorrow I'm going to Bunnings (one of my favourite places in the world) to buy a rake, a watering can and nitrogen.

I plan to grow: zucchini, carrots, bok choy, lettuce, Chinese cabbage, basil and more spring onion. There are a couple of crows around preventing me from growing cherry tomatoes unless I construct a scarecrow Worzel Gummidge-style.

Tomorrow I'm ready to sow the seeds of self-sustenance. The water source will be coming from our rainwater tank collected from our gutters. So it better rain this summer or else this farmer will be drought stricken as well.

Oh! I saw an ad today for barn laid eggs run by the RSPCA. *applause*