Mention of Brogdale takes me back a visit DH and I made when we lived in the UK - a wonderful place.
Today has been very warm, so good all the blasted mulching's been done. DH took 15 barrowloads to our lovely NDN.
Spring's in full swing, with wattlebirds perching on the velthemia and Ned Kelly grevillea, as well as the nameless yellow-flowering shrub that's kicked off. I put the velthemia on a table so we can see the acrobatics of the birds, and give them advance notice of the cat, belled and tiny, but still thinks she's a killing machine. A nosy miner (its real name), gave her a right telling off today.
In the veggie beds the monster purple sprouting broccoli is, er... sprouting like a good 'un, but really needs a bed of its own.
Most of the day was spent ripping out fitted carpet, underlay and gripper rods from our front room to expose the kind of thing I remember from Victorian houses, where the varnish on floorboards only goes up to the edges of the carpet, as was. An additional feature is varnish that only goes up to the next bit built on. I'm trying to think of it as evidence of history, but as the original house was built in the 60s, with 70s/80s add-ons, it just looks like can't-be-arsedness.:o
Enough with the carpet already. The evening is loud with cockatoos, a good thing as there's only been the pair for a few years, so a mob battling it out is good to hear.