More holes

The old crow bar was the only implement up to the task of breaking up the dirt........thumping.
 Bill needed to dig holes.
 Big holes.
 Seven of them.
 I struggle to pick it up, let alone pick it up and thump at the same time.

Hundreds of thumps later, the banksia rose hedge was finally relocated into it's new position.

The weekend has been cold and windy.
But this glorious burst of colour on the red flowering gum has been a feast for the eyes.

It's not a weed......
It's a hollyhock. I wonder what colour it will be.

It's always exciting to see these spears pushing up through the mulch. It signals the arrival of the white belladonna lily. Can't wait to see how many we get this year after splitting up the clump last year.

More bandicooting.
 Kepflers this time.
I just keep boiling them and smothering them in sour cream ( To be perfectly honest, I just want the sour cream ).

I don't know what it is about the Peace rose, but it seems to photograph so well. 
And this was in gale force conditions.... 

Thank you Ruth. This huge rock seems very much at home right there!

There were celebrations and gatherings yesterday.
Bill's Dad turned 87.
Such a lovely afternoon. 

The dirt pile is well and truly gone now.
This is one of Bill's favourite photos.

Oh how we miss you little man.
Seems such a long time since Christmas.