I think it is the beginning of Spring, that makes me want to start doing garden-y activities.
This really is only my second proper attempt at growing things other than herbs.  Herbs don’t really count.  When we moved into this house just before last Christmas, I thought that the little raised bed looked the perfect un-intimidating size for me to give the whole idea a crack.  With a handful of wonderful tomato seedlings, grown by a somewhat expert green-fingered friend, from seed, I began the experiment.  I would not say that it was a complete failure, but certainly not a roaring success.

Time for another go.  I kind of have the belief that I shouldn’t need to pay for commercial fertilisers.  It seems to defeat the purpose a little when you have to keep forking out money for something that is meant to help you live more frugally.
I buried a fish head the other week.
That’s a start right?
Enter a timely blog post by Jes and a spot of googling and I’m all enthusiastic again.

Seizing the day (and simultaneously ignoring the things that need sorting in the house) I decided to head to the beach to collect seaweed to make a seaweed tea.  Not for drinking, for fertiliser.

The weather (and sea) has been pretty calm of late so seaweed pickings were pretty slim.  We did the best we could (Miss Wriggle adding some shells, sand, and driftwood ever so helpfully) and took our skimpy booty home (hehe I wish).

We added the sawdust-ish scraps from the mornings juicings, some chopped banana peels, a little guinea pig poo, and some coffee grounds.  Choosing a big stick of driftwood from the garden we gave it a stir – evoking memories of potion making in the summer backyard of my childhood, where I commandeered my mother’s Parsmint mouli, some spinach from the garden, and a few other herbs and sticks.  Happily amused in my own mixing, I used to ask Mum to taste some, I can’t remember if she ever did.  I think I did a few times.  Tasted a little like wheatgrass juice my memory tells me.

I love that we can add almost anything to this, if my googling serves me right.  I think we’ll go raid the farm across the way for some poo.  That’d be perfect.

Hold tight little garden.  Things are about to get awesome.  I hope.