Trolleys and Butterflies

 When we moved here, we noted that there were very few garden beds - after gardening had been Peter's main activity when we were in Northam. That's OK, he said, I'll just go fishing instead, now that we are near the ocean.

Somehow the fishing didn't really happen, and so the plants multiplied - in a variety of pots and raised garden beds.With the constantly changing garden landscape - plants that were successful and others that didn't do so well - plants needed to be moved, and so the plant trolleys were born. The pots were getting bigger and bigger, holding fruit trees and the like. He made wheeled stands for the pots, painting them green to protect them from the weather, and now the plants are moved according to the weather - heat, winds, rain or hail, and so on. During storms they all gather in the patio.

And the tennis racquet? Those pesky Cabbage Whites keep laying their eggs on our veggies with the green worms chomping away at everything. He gave himself a bit of a sore shoulder practising his tennis shots on them. They look all carefree and mindless fluttering about, but as soon as the racquet comes near they suddenly become remarkably canny about getting out of the way!