This is the back of the garden, and as you an see there is a lot of work to be done. Our house is built in the old Schwebel Quarry, where they cut sandstone to build 19th century Sydney. Behind the banana tree there is a six foot pile of junk that included the decapited figurines and fake flower arrangements. I should have taken some photos, but the the bin beckoned. During the morning the shadows on the clifface dance. Once cleaned up it will be a great place to sit in summer, and could be fun to project images onto the wall at night. John and I intend to make a fernery as most of the day the base is in shade. I love the reataining walls - not what I expected for Greek landscaping.
One of the two lemon. I'm loving having lemon and soda water. Huge storms a few weeks back downed many trees and branches, resulting in piles of mulch. I'd get more from the Council nursery if it was feasible to carry it on pushbike. The small plant at the back is a Gymea Lily and native to the Sydney Basin. One day, it should have a flower on a 5 metre stem. Very Dr Who. The Tellytubby is Boulee's. He likes to grab the antennae in his mouth and shake, whacking himself with Po's body and making a right dickhead of himself. 
All hail the porch. I often see old Greek men and woman sitting on their porches, and now we can do it. Very civilised. May have to grow some nasal hairs to look the part. It's a pity that so much contemporary architecture ignores any relationship between house and street to the detriment of any community interaction. It seems as if many people now prefer total privacy and never use balconies and porches, but then again there are so many balconies that are llittle more than a shelf. And keeping with Fedeterannea, the mixmatch of pots. 
It was literally right out the front of here a few Sundays ago that a guy was run over. Soccer was on in the park, and from inside we heard a long skid and a loud thump. I didn't think it was a person, but it was the sound of metal and flesh. The poor guy was lying on the road (just behind the van) and was trying to get up, but couldn't. He had a little blood on his face, but at least he was conscious. When the ambulance arrived, one of the ambos nonchalantly looked at the guy on the road and went to inspect the car first. It seemed strange at the time, but it makes sense as the car damage will reflect the extent and location of injuries. The guy is lucky that there was a long skid first.
It's still a mess, but I'm mainly trying to document the farm for future comparison. Lemon City at the moment.
Lemon City with a suburb of snails.
Chris The Greek keeps his harvested pumpkins on his shed roofs. They look great! We get fresh eggs from him as he keeps chooks. And pidgeons. And a rooster. And a galah. And a dog. And grandchildren. Not sure, but he might have a duck. I'll have to get some photos!
The frontyard. Boulee is happier than a dog with two dicks. And I'm happier than a dog with four dicks and two tongues.
Three in a row, although there's more.
More farming. Leeks, Brocolli, Cauliflower and beetroot.
