The Daisy List: #32. Plant a Herb Garden (Part 2)

I was expecting the completion of my Daisy List goal #32 Plant a Herb Garden to be fairly straight forward. How wrong can one be?

The cast included myself, my Mum who you may remember had previously offered to help (see Daisy List: #32. Plant a Herb Garden Part 1) and the unexpected but welcome addition of my 8 year old nephew, Corey.

Let me preface the first incident by clarifying that in Australia, a thong is a flip flop or jandal. It is not underwear constructed of dental floss. In Australia, such underwear is known as the immensely romantic and exceedingly seductive, G string.

On with the story; It all started with me getting a thong (ie of the Aussie kind) bogged in some very sticky mud. So much so it brought me to a grinding halt. Being constructed of rubber, the thong stretched as I walked forward, the offending mud let go and I found myself sprayed with the brown goo, that had previously had a firm grip on my thong, right up the back of my legs and as high as my shoulders. “Great start,” I thought, “I look like a Salvador Dali painting.”

I guess I should be grateful it was the Aussie thong that got stuck in the mud, not the non-Aussie thong.

Anyway, on with the herb garden. Mum and I began the weed pulling, hole digging and seedling transplanting and all was going to plan until Mum suggested Corey help us by digging a hole. He obliged…and then promptly put the pick through a water pipe.

What ensued could be likened to dropping one of the Jonas Brothers into the middle of a sleepover full of teenage girls – basically lots of screaming and erratic running around.

Corey went pale and started defending himself earnestly, “Sorry Nana! You told me to dig there! Sorry Nana! Sorry Sami! Nana told me to dig there! Sorry!” Mum took off hurriedly to the back yard to find the right tap to turn off the water and I suggested Corey stick his finger in the hole to stop Mum’s car, that was parked nearby, from being sprayed with a fountain of muddy water.

We reassured Corey, Mum found the right tap and I, well, stood around looking good (I was a Salvador Dali painting after all). Brendon, my sister’s partner, later fixed the pipe which luckily wasn’t a water main.

OK, on with the herb garden (at this point Corey felt it safer to go for a ride on his bike). All was going to plan when we started hearing some strange sounds coming from down the street. “What’s that?” I asked. “Oh, I think it’s the peacock.” Said Mum (we have a resident wild peacock in the neighbourhood who often visits). Unless peacocks have a weird mating call that goes; Owwww, ahhhh, ohhhh, owwwww, owwwww. Actually, now that I put it that way, it could…anyway, it wasn’t the peacock.

Corey had gotten the speed wobbles, come off his bike (that now had handlebars facing the right way and a front wheel most definitely pointing the wrong way) and taken a respectable amount of skin off. Poor little guy. After some cuddles and a couple of bandaids, he was fine but at this point he felt it safer to just sit inside and watch TV.

Seriously now, how hard can it be to plant a herb garden?

Despite the incidents, the herb garden, whilst a little underwhelming at this stage, is complete. We planted basil, two types of mint and rosemary and potted up coriander, sage, chives, dill and thyme seeds. Now to keep the little buggers alive!

Daisy List #32. Plant a Herb Garden – done! Thanks Mum and Corey!!

Before pic: 

During pic:

After pic (no really, there are herbs there!):

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