(23-01-2025, 10:11 AM)Olive Wrote: For unknown reasons we have no success in growing stone fruit here (Waikato).   We've tried plums, self-fertile almonds, peaches, nectarines, apricots and cherries.  Apricots and peaches came down with gummosis (all from the same nursery, so we blame them), the rest failed to fruit.  Our plums have flowered well but we have TWO Luisa plums and no George Wilsons this year despite having pollinators.

Thankfully our citrus is always reliable, so are the figs, blueberries and feijoas.

(23-01-2025, 04:40 PM)kiwimade64 Wrote: Our plums seem to crop heavily every second year, this year is very light, but our apples are going nuts and so is the neighbours grafted apple.  The figs are looking good too, we have our fig in a pot, so it needs feeding constantly.  And we are picking a good handful of blueberries from our one plant (in a pot) each day. MrK thinned the grapes and omg the grapes he left are so good.  Tomatoes are awesome and mrK is freezing our first lot of beans for the freezer now.  Cucumbers and zucchinis are a real disappointment, but I suspect it is too hot where MrK has planted them.  We're also watering each evening.

I didn't realise the Body Shop was closing, Lilith   What a shame as they have lovely stuff.  Is it just your shop or nationwide?

The Furry One is in for a shock tomorrow.  He's going to have a bath.  It will take both of us to bathe him and he will sulk and ignore us until he's fed again.  But needs must.

(24-01-2025, 07:16 AM)Oh_hunnihunni Wrote: I don't garden to feed myself, that is a bonus. I garden because of the health benefits that activity has for human beings. Proven life extending life enhancing benefits. And not just for those of us who get involved with plants, but the people around us, who otherwise would be subjected to our darker sides...

When I say I garden so I don't kill people, I am telling the truth.

(24-01-2025, 12:03 PM)Oh_hunnihunni Wrote: I really enjoy my life some days, even more than the usual good life days. Today, I needed to escape the big orange Shitbox - no kidding, that is its brand name, that still squats mere steps from my front door. My requests for a little consideration has initiated a move - the tradies shoved it a foot to the left, so now it obstructs my scooter access... An escape was a mental health strategy.

So I scooted down to Devonport, all flags flying. Scored three toots and one 'yes Mama' from passing traffic - old white lady flying the Tino flag garners interesting reactions, most positive, lol, and lots of big smiles and good mornings from locals I sort of know. Library visit, to pick up two handwriting books to aid me in my latest obsession (apparently the best excuse these days for being a bit weird is to say 'I'm on the spectrum, so this is my normal...). One is really lovely, the other is a bit more lecturery, if you know what I mean. So I went to my second favourite stationers and bought one of those school exercise books, and had a lovely chat about why this old lady needed a handwriting exercise book (Olive, I am having such fun thanks to your thoughtfulness!). Then to my chemist, their nurse gives the best covid booster jabs, so I am uptodate again with my mRNA vaccine shedding horribleness - and still covid free so there you ct nutters.  I had coffee at my favourite cafe sitting next to a lovely gentleman who asked me if I was that person who flew past him on the electric blue scooter, so that led to why I was reading a handwriting book and we were back on that subject. Then fortified by cappuccino and very sweet crunchy chocky chip and almond biscuit, handmade by my favourite Nepalese barista I scooted past the hardware shop and a rather nice marked down azalea fell into my basket before I headed back up the hill to the local Wild Wheat bakery. Apparently, according to their unanimous expert opinions the perfect bread for homegrown tomato sandwiches is rosemary and oive oil sour dough - and would I liked that sliced?

And as I came down the drive I was greeted by my usual access blocked by trades vehicles and the one our community manager uses -  here to tell me the bright orange Shitbox is to be moved by the service man when he comes to clean it. Next wednesday.

Oh well, at least that isn't us putting up with it for the next two months...

Fun fact though, it seems one of our gentlemen tenants complained about the position. And we women know, from past experience  if we complain chances are we'll be ignored. But if one of the men complains stuff gets sorted.

But of course, that is just our imagination.

And now I feel the need to go prune something. But the tomato sandwich was so yummy. I might need another for afternoon tea.

(24-01-2025, 05:47 PM)popeye333 Wrote: Sounds like you had a lovely day Hunni.

The residents meeting went exactly the same way as any other. But David, Myself and a couple of ladies have volunteered to peel real Potatoes, to have a break from the So called Totally nutritious Powdered Potatoe flakes. mixed with water, no milk or butter. BUT strict cleanliness levels have to be maintained. And David offered to get the real potatoes. But no they have to be brought from a supplier.. UMMM WE Live in the potato Capital of the country.

It appears Cheese is too expensive, but they were open to a  cheese tasting.. not supplying cheese to be included in sauces or scones etc. They also pooh poohed lasagna, and mini pizzas.

But its the dieticians we need to talk to now.

Mums fish was just crumbs apart from one bit that actually had fish in it. Served with the customary white warmed chips and salad That was worse than a soft bikkie having been dunked too long.

Dianne gave me my Birthday present today.. yeah its not till May. two diamond painting's with an older woman with a  cat, wearing crocks, one baking the other one watching the TV I think. They are funny and cute lol

Neither Dianne and or I are going in on Monday. Lorraine will visit Mum. So we have a 5 day weekend... Missy is going to love me lol

(24-01-2025, 06:00 PM)Lilith7 Wrote:

(24-01-2025, 12:03 PM)Oh_hunnihunni Wrote: I really enjoy my life some days, even more than the usual good life days. Today, I needed to escape the big orange Shitbox - no kidding, that is its brand name, that still squats mere steps from my front door. My requests for a little consideration has initiated a move - the tradies shoved it a foot to the left, so now it obstructs my scooter access... An escape was a mental health strategy.

So I scooted down to Devonport, all flags flying. Scored three toots and one 'yes Mama' from passing traffic - old white lady flying the Tino flag garners interesting reactions, most positive, lol, and lots of big smiles and good mornings from locals I sort of know. Library visit, to pick up two handwriting books to aid me in my latest obsession (apparently the best excuse these days for being a bit weird is to say 'I'm on the spectrum, so this is my normal...). One is really lovely, the other is a bit more lecturery, if you know what I mean. So I went to my second favourite stationers and bought one of those school exercise books, and had a lovely chat about why this old lady needed a handwriting exercise book (Olive, I am having such fun thanks to your thoughtfulness!). Then to my chemist, their nurse gives the best covid booster jabs, so I am uptodate again with my mRNA vaccine shedding horribleness - and still covid free so there you ct nutters.  I had coffee at my favourite cafe sitting next to a lovely gentleman who asked me if I was that person who flew past him on the electric blue scooter, so that led to why I was reading a handwriting book and we were back on that subject. Then fortified by cappuccino and very sweet crunchy chocky chip and almond biscuit, handmade by my favourite Nepalese barista I scooted past the hardware shop and a rather nice marked down azalea fell into my basket before I headed back up the hill to the local Wild Wheat bakery. Apparently, according to their unanimous expert opinions the perfect bread for homegrown tomato sandwiches is rosemary and oive oil sour dough - and would I liked that sliced?

And as I came down the drive I was greeted by my usual access blocked by trades vehicles and the one our community manager uses -  here to tell me the bright orange Shitbox is to be moved by the service man when he comes to clean it. Next wednesday.

Oh well, at least that isn't us putting up with it for the next two months...

Fun fact though, it seems one of our gentlemen tenants complained about the position. And we women know, from past experience  if we complain chances are we'll be ignored. But if one of the men complains stuff gets sorted.

But of course, that is just our imagination.

And now I feel the need to go prune something. But the tomato sandwich was so yummy. I might need another for afternoon tea.

Next time you need something done, try sending both a  male & female in to give management the message. Get the woman to do the talking while he nods now & then & see 

what their reaction is then...


I got two of those  flags with the idea of puting them on the pannier bags but they were too big - that'll teach me for not checking sizes. However I have an alternate plan, once winter arrives & the gate is hopefully replaced, I hope to attach on to the gate if possible.

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(24-01-2025, 05:47 PM)popeye333 Wrote: Sounds like you had a lovely day Hunni.

The residents meeting went exactly the same way as any other. But David, Myself and a couple of ladies have volunteered to peel real Potatoes, to have a break from the So called Totally nutritious Powdered Potatoe flakes. mixed with water, no milk or butter. BUT strict cleanliness levels have to be maintained. And David offered to get the real potatoes. But no they have to be brought from a supplier.. UMMM WE Live in the potato Capital of the country.

It appears Cheese is too expensive, but they were open to a  cheese tasting.. not supplying cheese to be included in sauces or scones etc. They also pooh poohed lasagna, and mini pizzas.

But its the dieticians we need to talk to now.

Mums fish was just crumbs apart from one bit that actually had fish in it. Served with the customary white warmed chips and salad That was worse than a soft bikkie having been dunked too long.

Dianne gave me my Birthday present today.. yeah its not till May. two diamond painting's with an older woman with a  cat, wearing crocks, one baking the other one watching the TV I think. They are funny and cute lol

Neither Dianne and or I are going in on Monday. Lorraine will visit Mum. So we have a 5 day weekend... Missy is going to love me lol

Perhaps management should be served the exact same food for their lunch....?