It’s turning out to be an annual event. I get 5 days holiday, the air turns crisp and I decide to get out in to the garden. Do I get off my arse at this time of the year for the sole purpose of scoffing lots of eggs or is there something deeper and more celestial? Either way, this is how the typical aussie spends their easter:
Take one ugly nature strip lacking in chlorophyll:
Toil and sweat to make it brown:
Invite all your relatives over to view your handy work:
You may wonder why the nature strip is brown and not green with turf. That is the next step in the process because apparently no one delivers turf to shops on the Easter Weekend – even though they are really only closed one day (Good Friday). By the time I put the turf in next weekend it probably will be green – with weeds!