The Grass is Always Green

And not necessarily greener on the other side! The "grass" is definitely permanently green in our yard.

Now that the weeds and excess soil has been removed, the edging has all been laid and cemented in (and there was way more work involved in that than anyone suspected!), the grey "crusher dust" has been laid, smoothed, and compacted ... it's time to start laying the grass!

The day started stormy and windy, so everything was off to a disappointingly slow start. But at last they arrived with a roll of turf that looked very much like a missile waiting to be launched.

That roll is very very very heavy, and it took some very careful maneuvering to get the thing off the truck.

 And then they cleared an area to stretch it out and measure off a section - with help from Thomas, of course.

The turf has to be brushed before it starts to look like real grass. (What is it with cats and kids and moving objects?)

Just testing. There's obviously still lots to be done!

Final preparations on the back area.

Yep. It's a whole lot trickier than laying carpet.

Oh, and the fig tree is new too. Peter is just having his morning chat with his fruit trees ... :)

More yet

And, no, it's not all done yet. That was one huge, heavy roll and it did not contain all the turf that we needed. But it's good to have made a start.

Backyard Blitz - Day 1

So the time has come to get rid of all the weeds and rogue grasses, and put in artificial turf - because that's what grows best here in Northam.

Peter spent all week removing blocks, bricks, garden edgings, pavers etc around the back yard.

The day started off bright and sunny - we had our breakfast outside on the deck - then the clouds rolled in, and the rain started.

Fortunately our chaps were prepared for all types of weather. Adrian has all the gear (the 'Dingo', and compacter) and the skills we need.

Firstly to get the 'Dingo' up onto the area where it's needed.

 Easy now ... well, he certainly looks the part.

 

All of this has to go.

Making a start!

Choosing which type of turf to lay later - the plain bright green, of the one with little built-in faults and yellow bits!

Woopsee! That wasn't meant to happen.

Setting it right, and getting back to work.

Daylight is fading - it's been alternating rain and sunny all day - and we are ready to lay the crusher dust.

It's beginning to look a bit less messy.

Ummm, something interesting showed up in the digging - must be from next door. (It's a bong, if you've never seen one.)

So ... what have the kids been up to all day?

 They've been busy!

Even Thomas! (Kids these days, ay?!)

Back yard under control, next the front yard.

FIFO pets

Everyone around here knows that FIFO stands for "Fly-In-Fly-Out", because a lot of people live here and are FIFO workers elsewhere.

Well we have some FIFO pets! They live a block away on the river, but they fly in to visit us frequently!

 Apparently the pile of 'crusher dust' (to lay under our artificial turf when we get it) did not phase them at all.

They were headed straight for the back door - where the food and water-bowl appears from.

Off to inspect the rest of the place!

Nothing quite like a bit of freshly dug earth for some bugs for dessert!

And then they fly out, and come back later!

More Grandkids

It's great being here to exercise the joy of being grandparents!

Son (James), wife (Lisa), and 3 grandkids came to discover the joys of Northam, and test out our newly-purchased sleepover facilities.

Seb reckoned the egg chair was a great place to be.

Reuben was really taken with the old people chairs - the electric lift chairs.

Bethany discovered her love of gardening with Poppy - and this is best when wearing Nanna' gumboots.

Lisa and Bethany were excited to meet the friendly Unicorn.

Of course we all went op-shopping, and tasted the delights of the Toodyay bakery.

There's nothing like an early morning walk to the river with Poppy.

Loving living in Northam!

In the 'Big Blue House' at last

After what seemed like the longest month of waiting, finally it was time to move into our new house. We were very excited, having not owned a house for the last ten years or so.

So here it is - home at last! Verandahs all the way around - that was what attracted us to it at first.

The yard is a little unkempt - but full of Spring flowers.

And out the back there is a big blue shed (powered workshop), a 'granny-flat', lots of vege garden area (uncared for up till now) and a large open deck area. The missing corner of the deck is designed to take a spa.

Settling in 
 Peter has obviously been itching to start digging in the garden. So far his only tool is a tiny trowel - we'll get him some more bigger tools soon!

 

We were buying furniture, and we saw this item. Looks like it was made for us. It came in a great big box.

It's a Peter Pod!  Commonly called an 'egg chair' - you can see why.

Comfy? Oh yeahhhhh! Great  place to hang out on our deck.

 

Go away now. I'm comfortable and I've got a book to read and no pressure to do anything else. Ahhh.

Inexorability

So what happened to 'the inexorable march of time'? Has it stopped, or just slowed right down?

Why are we still living in this house-with-the-outside-water-closet and not in our own house?

Today is Settlement Day! Today it will belong to us.
But we still can't move in for a few more days ...

Spring Arrives Regardless

Ignoring the general slowness of time right now ... Spring seems to be on its way.

Our back yard here is incapable of producing grass with patches of moss on the hard-packed gravel-and-clay surface being the only green in evidence. The front 'lawn' patch however has sprouted a marvellous display of wildflowers/weeds. Quite pretty, it is, really.

Because of the dry climate in these parts, most people (and the council) have given up trying to grow grass on the verges and, like our back yard, they are hard-packed gravel.

However it has been raining a fair bit lately, and you just can't stop the weeds - sorry, wildflowers - even here. Our neighbours have a lovely crop along their fence-line.

Even the power-poles are beginning to feel excited about the coming spring!

Just three more days ... come on Time, move along there!

Northam's Big Weekend - The Avon Descent

It's a WestOz thing, the annual boat race down the river in the winter when the river is full.

The race starts in the Avon River in Northam and continues over 2 days all the way down to Bayswater, a suburb of Perth on the Swan River - 124km.

But First - a Parade!
With the town full of extra people, it seems like a good idea to have a market - and bouncy castles, and musicians, and all that stuff. And fireworks - at least we hope that's why these boxes of explosives are out in the river!

And a parade ...

Excitement mounts as the first vehicles come into sight - emergency services with flashing lights and wonderful noises!

This is what the children were all waiting for - people handing out balloons and lollies!

The theatre group had some interesting characters. Actually, those chaps have got lollies in their big trousers, too.

There was a breathless marching band - it's not easy to march and blow at the same time!

The floats, as such, were a bit disappointing, hardly decorated at all. This one was probably the best.

The Race Start

So around 7am (when we heard that the race was due to start) we headed down to the river, across the suspension bridge with its icy patches, and along the river bank near the weir.

 Mist was rising off the river ... and it was very very cold.

Along with the extreme cold, the river was at the highest it has been for ten years. This is the weir the boats have to go over right at the start - and that's not snow, it's foam!

We walked down and stood near the weir to watch the boats going over. We could hear the loudspeaker announcements from further up where they started by the suspension bridge.

We watched as hot-air balloons rose slowly into the air.

A few minutes later we were amazed to see this one come back down over the weir. With incredible control the pilot (is that what he is?) balanced his burner with short bursts of opening the flaps on the balloon itself until he was just above the foam ... all cameras were trained on the basket, waiting for these chaps to get wet!

There was a bit of a delay - the start would not be until 8am we heard (not as bad as last year when thick fog delayed it for 3 hours, we were told) - so we stamped our feet and wished we had a thermos of coffee with us.

Finally the first two boats set off - they were started two at a time. They raced across the calm, clear water ...

...and over the safe part of the weir.

The person not holding the motor then needs to move forward and lean side to side to help guide the little boat through the rocky patches.

A few boats had engine trouble, and the driver had to climb out and restart.

And some of them were got by the foam! A few boats capsized at this point too, and the drivers had to get into the freezing water, right the boat, and get the motor started again.

Then we headed back up to the restaurant for a coffee ($5 each - because everyone is desperate!) in time to watch the 'paddle' boats - canoes - starting. They set off in heats from a standing start, very quickly one after the other.

The ones over there are lining up for their start, the closer ones are waiting their turn.

The first day involves more white water and possibly some portage (carrying the boats past difficult parts), but the second day will be harder on the paddlers with long smooth areas of paddling.

Looking forward to next year - we should have purchased a thermos by then, and we'll know the best places to stand!