To the right of the “boat port” is the Man Cave with full length benches, hooks and brackets, a pulley system for lifting and manoeuvring a car engine (not that we will ever do that mind you), more lights than Beacons Lighting and of course its own stereo system with speakers and amp (who doesn’t need that?). There are steel racks on one side and a mobile timber rack on the other. A shelf dedicated to camping equipment, plastic boxes on wheels and assorted crates full of who knows what. There was once a bar fridge but when that decided to heat rather than cool it had to be discarded and so far has not been replaced. Lets face it, it’s hard enough to drag visiting men away from Cave when it’s time to have dinner. I sometimes think that if we just moved a bed in there Benny wouldn’t come up to the house for days!
Benny pretends that he doesn’t share his shed well. The fact that he doesn’t allow any of my stuff in it (except some wood from picture framing and a drop saw that he gave to me as a present!) lends some credence to this. But in reality he likes to show off this space and has done the typical Dad thing and helped Lawson build his first Billy cart, given some of his friends lessons in using the drill press to make candle holders for their Mums and every so often his Dad comes from Brisbane to use the shed for a project of his own. On these occasions Mum packs Dad a lunch, his thermos full of coffee and a bottle of water and we don’t see him until five o’clock rolls around and its time to go home. We occasionally hear some sounds that lend us to think he is working but more often silence when we figure he is just chillin and watching the world go by, or more likely having a snooze.
Now, I should warn you that if you suffer from “shed envy” then best you don’t come and visit our house. You will no doubt be taken down to the Man Cave for a tour and if your lucky a sneaky beer. Benny will tell you about all the equipment and even the history of some. He will also inevitably proclaim that in his shed he could almost mend a broken heart!
If you took an aerial photograph of our house and land you might be mistaken for thinking the aliens have landed and left their mark. There are six perfect circles about an metre and a half in diameter in a pattern somewhat resembling the Olympic Rings in our garden. These Crop Circles are a combination of my idea of recycling rubbish left behind by the codger who owned the place before us and my desire to have some raised garden beds in the “no mans land” near the herb garden.
The couple of potted plants that I brought with me to the house were suffering and longed to spread their roots through moist rich soil and flourish. I planted them into the ground accordingly and so, here we are almost one year on and what should be a metre high miniature capsicum plant is less than half that height and a prolific birds-eye chili plant looks more like ground cover! What happened you may well ask? Was the soil not fertile was the sun not shining was the rain not falling regularly? No, all of that was happening like it should, perfect growing conditions in fact, however our free range chickens were free ranging all over my plants!
In the compost heap down the “back forty” which is lush and rich and aerated with the help of my efficient garden mulching chooks, three other avocado trees have sprung up by themselves. So its fair to say that from virtually nothing edible in the garden we have a veritable bounty in its early stages.