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I've found myself settled in the rolling hills of western Victoria, Australia, surrounded by views such as this. I've found a love for photography and a delight in gardening - most of which comprises standing, hands in pockets and looking.
Hellwood is to be the name of my block which I'm slowly, so slowly, converting from sheep pasture to forest. Food forest ideally, but really I grow anything. I can't spurn a plant simply because it doesn't adhere to some principal or ideal, there's enough of that in the world already. The block is about an acre - a little under, i think. I could check, again, but don't want to.
A peach orchard adjoins it, with some very old, old trees that bear the most delicious peaches (white and yellow varieties), as well as a quince, some cherry-plum, damsons and an apricot. The orchard was the first area I planted out and, apart from some pruning and thinning of the peach branches, is pretty much self-sufficient now requiring only two or three deep waterings over summer.
There have been life things going on which has meant a slow, slow start to the furthest part but now the way is clear for at least two years of intensive, full-on gardening during which time I intend to plant out a scented Meditation Walk, erect some limestone walls, explore hypertufa, work with ponds and maybe even construct another garden or two. It'd be lovely to have you along.
I've found myself settled in the rolling hills of western Victoria, Australia, surrounded by views such as this. I've found a love for photography and a delight in gardening - most of which comprises standing, hands in pockets and looking.
Hellwood is to be the name of my block which I'm slowly, so slowly, converting from sheep pasture to forest. Food forest ideally, but really I grow anything. I can't spurn a plant simply because it doesn't adhere to some principal or ideal, there's enough of that in the world already. The block is about an acre - a little under, i think. I could check, again, but don't want to.
A peach orchard adjoins it, with some very old, old trees that bear the most delicious peaches (white and yellow varieties), as well as a quince, some cherry-plum, damsons and an apricot. The orchard was the first area I planted out and, apart from some pruning and thinning of the peach branches, is pretty much self-sufficient now requiring only two or three deep waterings over summer.
There have been life things going on which has meant a slow, slow start to the furthest part but now the way is clear for at least two years of intensive, full-on gardening during which time I intend to plant out a scented Meditation Walk, erect some limestone walls, explore hypertufa, work with ponds and maybe even construct another garden or two. It'd be lovely to have you along.