More little things

I don't know where the past week has gone since my sister left - we were looking forward to her visit for ages and now we have to face the chores and other events. We went into Canberra last Saturday for a christmas in July lunch and overnighted with friends, which was very social and involved a lot of food. It was a beautiful morning in Canberra on Sunday - as we left (to go grocery shopping) our friend went off  to walk her dog and that is the one thing I miss about living in the country - going for a walk in a park! We get plenty of fresh air but it's not the same.

Painting of the art studio continues. It is taking forever and we are sick of it. The floor did go in on Monday which is progress - it is commercial vinyl and I haven't taken a picture yet because he left logs on the floor holding down patches until the glue dries. I don't think he normally uses logs but they were lying around. Speaking of logs, this photo is of the gum tree that had to have a few branches taken off it so the concrete truck could get in. The tree looks much better for it, and it took me five wheelbarrows to get that tiny pile of logs off to the woodpile. It looks much tinier in this photo than it was.

We've had two mornings of minus six degrees which were unbelievably cold. Our ute got left outside and refuses to start now so we have to figure that one out. Our pipes froze over so my husband went down the hardware first thing to buy some lagging and they didn't freeze on the second cold night, so it must have done some good. Apparently he wasn't the only one in the shop buying it. Some of my broadbeans are looking a bit sad but I don't think it's the frost. We haven't had any rain so I better give them a water. 

The electrician spent all Sunday here (he is young and has deeply overcommitted himself) installing our new EV charger. So now we don't have to use a very slow plug in the garage but can park it outside the house and charge at about six times the rate of the outlet plug. Very exciting. I have programmed it to charge during the day when we have that free electricity window ... our solar panels are still producing three fifths of nothing. We shall see if it improves in summer.

I have started pruning the roses - slightly early but it's such a massive job that I may as well start. It's so much easier than last year! I am dealing with roses and not demented prickly trees. I think I am being a bit less ruthless this year too - I still have no idea what I'm doing but I'll see how this goes.

And I have been keeping toasty warm in this glorious woolly cardigan. No, I didn't knit it, my mother knitted it for me when I was at uni. I haven't worn it in thirty years but I couldn't throw it out - not one of mum's handknits! - so I'm now wearing it. It is super cosy, and I did not brush my hair for this photo.

Charity quilts

I'm still making lots of quilts, but forgetting to take photos because they are for charity. What usually happens is I make them at home, then take them into quilters to sit and do the binding, then leave them there! Which makes perfect sense rather than pack them back into my bike bag, but it does mean I'm not taking photos.

But I did remember to do the last couple. We are making "large single" sizes - about sixty by seventy inches - mostly from donated fabric. Although I did use a bit of my own in this, it is not like I'm going to use it for a desperately needed quilt at home. I still have way too many quilts. 

I like this yellow one - the points of the triangles are all from the very very random scraps pulled from a stuffed plastic bag of fabric scraps. This quilt did not make a tiny dent in the stuffed bag ... and apparently we have four of the bags. I will be making scrappy quilts forever.

Pam, those rocks are apparently magma. The clay soil that starts just to our west is mostly ground down volcanic eruption, but there is something called Braidwood Granodiorite which formed from magma, and makes up the big hills and also the rocks that are everywhere around here, including in our garden :)

It has a lot of gold, which is why the mines exist and there was a gold rush; and it is also unusally magnetic, which is why the lady next to me at a meeting once said that Braidwood attracted unusual people and had tremendous amounts of lightning. This lady also made her own chunky jewellery, so I had treated that information with some scepticism, but it appears to be scientifically correct.

Pastel in progress

I took some photos of around the property to do in art class, and picked up the pastels again. This is the photo - great rocks (unswept...)!

This is the work in progress. Still a long way to go obviously, but it's starting to take shape. I'm working over an acrylic background on canvas paper and it gives it an interesting texture and also makes the pastel quite smooshable. It's a messy business.

Visitor, concrete, painting

It's all go round here at the moment - the best bit has been my sister visiting for a couple of days. She was on holiday in Sydney with her family but ditched them for a couple of nights to come and see our part of the world. Which was just lovely, although the weather was AWFUL. Freezing and super windy; so I'm not sure if we showed our little patch to its full advantage. 

Not much to do round here as a tourist - we wandered round the town (half hour max) and otherwise sat by the fire, went for dinner at the pub, and paced the garden, briefly. Monday morning the hydro-trenching guy came back to make an electrical trench and an enormous amount of mud slurry ... super cool and absolutely showed the network of tree roots and unexpected pipes that exist round our house. Normal digging would never have got through it, so I'm glad we went with water shooting guy. My husband mapped all the unexpected pipes for the future, although we don't really know where most of them go.

Tuesday morning we had our concrete pour which went well. No Dad, we didn't smooth the top of the concrete to make it too slippery, and we are already enjoying the luxury of having somewhere to stand while hanging the washing.

The floor of the lavender shed also looks much better - we are going to concrete in a ramp so we can park the mower and chipper there. They took the back panel off to get the concrete chute in but didn't need it in the end. 

My husband is also a historian who is annoyed by a lack of date documentation ... so he dated the concrete. Why not.

Other than that there is endless painting of the studio. Windows, doors, walls, ceiling, inside and out, fascias, eves, beams. They have to come back and do the step, then stain the deck and the steps. It was horrible on the windy days but rather lovely on a day like today when it was sunny and still and frosty in the morning. 

This is the colour I've gone with on the walls - the photo is after I've cut in the corners and the grooves between the boards with the white of the undercoat showing in the middle. I took this because when you've painted the whole wall it just looks like an off-white, but when it's next to an actual white you can see that it's a very soft grey-green. I am very pleased with it, and with my ability to pick a muted colour when every instinct wanted something much much stronger. The floor is another story though, and should be installed next week.

A studio!

We finally had two days without any chance of rain and the guys came out from Queanbeyan to put my studio up. I thought it was pre-fab but it was actually planks of wood - cabin style I guess - and I watched it grow over a couple of days.

The wood looks really lovely all natural but it's not robust enough to leave - especially on our western edge that cops the wind and the sun and the storms - so we are painting it inside and out. The roof is colorbond which is good and tough. We thought we'd do the painting ourselves to save some money but raw timber is a bit of a pain. And the inside was giving sauna vibes until we put the undercoat on. We are leaving the ceiling timber though - so just a couple of coats of clear varnish, which is much easier.

Double glazed tilt / turn windows and doors are a double pain to paint; but we will do it! How hard can it be. We have a deadline of next Monday when the flooring goes in, and I think it should be fine. This is the undercoat going on.

This is the view from the inside! So pretty, even on a 9 degree day when it's blowing a gale.

And this is what colour the outside will be. I introduced myself to the lady over the road down the coast who had painted part of her house this colour and got the name of it, because I thought it looked fabulous. Interestingly, I would never have picked the paint sample in the store, but I love it now it's on, even after just one coat.  Much of that white is still undercoat, so will be yellow, and there'll be a dark grey steel skirt the same as the roof. Imagine, a little fairy house in your garden to peruse your arts and crafts! How amazingly wonderful.

Gardening trivia

Here are some of the tiny gardening things that we have been up to. This is mostly for Dad, I don't think anyone else is very interested ... other than me! It will be the only way I remember what I've done, although my husband is keeping an any year diary of what we do each day. He's already making entries under old entries, which is very exciting ("this time last year we had already pruned the buddleia! What we were thinking!" etc). 

First up is the first (and so far only) planting in our new garden cage, and it's in a pot, so probably cheating. A woman at quilters brought in some "planting garlic" so I snaffled a couple of heads and planted twenty fat garlic cloves in this pot. They should be ready in February, and require very little care until then, allegedly.

Here I am sweeping the rocks. I don't plan to make a habit of sweeping the rocks, but I'm in the very very slow process of clearing this overgrown garden bed. We didn't know there were rocks in there, and they are actually quite lovely, and form natural tiers. So I'm sweeping them off this once, to see the shape, and then we will contemplate planting around them in the fullness of time. It was completely overgrown by rosemary, so I've cut that back to almost ground level and we will see what survives.

This is something I'm calling "baby's first formwork" because this is, indeed, the first time I have ever prepared formwork for a concrete pad. We're getting the floor of the lavender shed reconcreted so we can store things in there, which requires a concerete truck, so we may as well get some other little things done too. This is under the clothesline, which was worn into bare dirt, and it took a fair amount of swearing, digging for tools in the shed and googling youtube videos. But you have to start somewhere and it is level (despite appearances). My husband provided guidance but he has been busy with his compost beds (on the left hand side, fabulous colorbond, nobody's burning those down).

I also cleared off the front of the garden shed to put a path in there, but there are water pipes half way down and electricity conduit near the shed, so we have decided against concreting in case we need to get into it at some point. Of course we discovered this after we'd sledgehammered up the old concrete path and made a big dirt mess ... we are thinking of putting concrete pavers down. We have some from the old house and they're robust enough; it's just a bit more work. At least it was a good job to have tidied it up.

I also used my weed tea on the new bed before putting mulch down. It smelled like the very breath of satan but I diluted it 1:10 as recommended on the internet and poured it over the bed, to improve the nitrogen. Does my bed need nitrogen? I don't know. I put the decomposed weeds on what remains of the compost, where apparently they will not spread weedy seeds, and I made more tea with new weeds. 

And lastly we have a truly terrible bird photo - there is an owl in there. A very lovely, very well camouflaged owl, that watched us carefully but didn't fly away. That's its favourite spot and he's quite obvious once you see him ... but you can't. Not in this photo.

Busy busy busy

We've had some sunny days and produced some electricity ... but not a tremendous amount. Our roof is quite shaded, especially at this time of year, so we're not sure if it is going to be the powerhouse we had hoped for. The only day we've put any into the battery at all was Sunday, when we left the house for seven hours to go into Queanbeyan to meet friends for lunch and go grocery shopping. Turns out the best way to use less power is to turn everything off and go somewhere else! Wow. 

We have been unusually social though, these last couple of weeks. There was a concert at the museum - local musicians, which was excellent. They moved some of the exhibits out of the big room upstairs that has a stage at one end - apparently it was the first time it had been used for live music since the 1920s! There might have been dancing then. We did not have dancing, but there was a bar.

Then there was the historical society annual dinner (no bar, bring your own bottle(s) of anything) where our table came third in the trivia and there was an excellent speech about the local home guard during the second world war. Sounds a bit dull but was really interesting - the guy was very entertaining. He is writing a book and kept saying things like "I've found this obscure record, does anyone know a William Maynard, born about 1920?" and someone up the back would go "Uncle Bill!!!!! He lost three fingers in 1952 and his wife was an alcoholic" etc. Small towns.

Then we went to an art exhibition opening for another art group in town - they seem to be a bit more serious than our group and have artist statements and coherent styles. It was great, and we knew a few people there, and there was a bar. Actually the same bar because the art people ran the bar at the concert too, to make a few extra dollars.

Then I was not social at all and went down the coast for a couple of days, which is why all these pictures are beach pictures. Only an hour away but ten degrees warmer. I made a pair of pants that worked out and a shirt that really didn't.