I’m the nostalgic type. Leaving the places I love is hard. Leaving my garden behind is especially hard, knowing that it will look completely different when we we return, seeing all the things ripening that I won’t be here to harvest, accepting that some of my more sensitive plant friends might not make it through the harsh summer without me there to revive them. Ah well it’s part of the deal when you’re a gardener who likes to go places, and sometimes when I return from an adventure the garden is looking infinitely more luscious and bountiful than when I left, having absolutely thrived when I’ve been away. I love those times. I’m hoping to at the very least to return to one great big pumpkin patch! Anyhoo, onwards to glory! The car is packed to the hilt, complete with bicycle and travelling “garden” (more on that later). We’ve got 50 litres of filtered rainwater as good chemical free water can be hard to find on the road, so that should keep us going at least a week with good water. We’ve got another 20 litre tank for tap water to just wash dishes and things so we can keep rainwater just for drinking. Yilla’s dad and his mate like to joke that I won’t go anywhere without ridiculous quantities of pure water. Gil if your reading this right now I know you’re laughing. (And you’re right!)
We’ve hunted high and low through the garden and harvested everything that we can possibly take with us. Unfortunately the majority of my corn crop is still a week off of being ready. We still got enough to see us through the first week and my friends and neighbours are under strict instructions to help themselves to as much as they can while we’re gone so I know it will end up in happy bellies regardless!
We spent a lot of time procrastinating in the garden and saying goodbye to the goats, but then finally it was that moment. The moment where you actually have to step into the car and depart. Woah. Man. My garden got far more “goodbyes” and “I love you’s” than anyone else who saw us off, but finally I managed to bite the bullet and jump into the drivers seat. And man-oh-man does it feel good. Hellooooooo road!
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