The plot thickens...

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In a week and a half the house is open for inspection, and on June 17th it goes to auction if somebody hasn’t bought it before then.
I went with the last of five agents interviewed - a true whirlwind, jangling with jewellery, swirling in skirts, and as an economics graduate and former teacher, her papers quickly spread across the table and her explanations were scribbled on a battered pad of paper with arrows and triangles and important bits circled. I worked for me.

...The brush turkey came back to see what all the fuss was about.

Since then I’ve been madly gardening and cleaning and sorting and booking better gardeners, better cleaners, and a carpentering type person in preparation for the open for inspection. It has actually been fun. Rather than feeling invaded I feel like I want to make people really welcome. I put in a wee vegetable and herb patch the other day...something I’d normally do at this time of year and something made a lot easier by not having hens who dig everything up as soon as my back is turned. I just gaze at it. Baby celery is so cute.
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Autumn is a lovely time in Sydney because plants pluck up enough courage to put out the odd flower without so much fear that they will end up cooked in the sun. I used to buy something flowering from nurseries at all stages of the year so there’s always some colour. Then I was away for a bit and neglected everything so tied bits of pink surveyors tape here and there instead.

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I remember one time my grandmother admiring the spring tulips in my childhood garden in Ottawa and musing how unusual it was that they were out in the fall. I told her they were plastic. My mother said I needn’t have told her. Somehow surveyors tape feels more honest.

I cut the “grass” today. My little electric lawnmower lurched over the hillocks created by the chooks scratching around each clump as if in some kind of 4 wheel drive rally. The engineer who designed the lawnmower cleverly made it so you screw on the wheels on one side in a clockwise direction, and the wheels on the other side counterclockwise, so that as you push it forward they don’t unscrew. Which means if you pull it backwards the wheels fall off. Which means you have to keep going forward and the extension cord gets wound around the magnolia tree. Hence I’m now searching for a new house on a property about 30 cm wide.