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After more than a month in KL trying (and failing) to change the ruling regime, we are finally back in Port Dickson. We found: 

1. Animals had made themselves at home behind the art. 

2. Someone had magically cleared up that massive fallen nangka tree!!! (Turns out it was our dear gardener who dropped by while we were away)

3. The mint has flourished beyond my wildest hopes. 

4. Faded propaganda lying on our front porch. 

We got home from an extended KL stay to find half of our nangka tree fallen in the yard. Aiya! Headache la, headache!

We got home from an extended KL stay to find half of our nangka tree fallen in the yard. Aiya! Headache la, headache!

Helping the pumpkins have sex. 

Today a male flower and female flower were both open at the same time! I poked my nasty finger into each one while murmuring apologies. 

Afterwards, I sniffed it (the finger) and it smelled of pumpkin. Erotic. 

(Thanks Chi Too for the sex tip!)

Spending a week in KL fucked up my circadian rhythm well and good, as it always does. Came back to find little pumpkins on the rogue pumpkin vine. I was so excited I made Zedeck look at it with me twice last night, by flashlight.

Spending a week in KL fucked up my circadian rhythm well and good, as it always does.

Came back to find little pumpkins on the rogue pumpkin vine.

I was so excited I made Zedeck look at it with me twice last night, by flashlight.

The pumpkin vine is flowering! This sucker grew out of the kitchen trash, now it’s 2m long.

The pumpkin vine is flowering! This sucker grew out of the kitchen trash, now it’s 2m long.

Our gardener Mr. Raman bought a new engine for his grass cutter. Our garden is a massive a two-day job for him, so he locked it up on our front porch before leaving for the day. Me: Beberapa harga? Mr. Raman: 900 lebih. Me: Tahan lasak ar? Mr. Raman: Oh tahaannn. Dia bikin banyak kerja. What are your tools of the trade, the ones that do the work (bikin banyak kerja)?

Our gardener Mr. Raman bought a new engine for his grass cutter. Our garden is a massive a two-day job for him, so he locked it up on our front porch before leaving for the day.

Me: Beberapa harga?

Mr. Raman: 900 lebih.

Me: Tahan lasak ar?

Mr. Raman: Oh tahaannn. Dia bikin banyak kerja.

What are your tools of the trade, the ones that do the work (bikin banyak kerja)?

Remember those odd little flowers that became little spiky things? Well, the little spiky things are a bit bigger now. Here’s Sharon trying (and failing) to open our first durian runtuh since moving in. It was all rotten on one side, and the rest of it was still a bit sappy. There are about twenty more hanging up on the branches. Perhaps we can have a makan-durian party?

Remember those odd little flowers that became little spiky things? Well, the little spiky things are a bit bigger now. Here’s Sharon trying (and failing) to open our first durian runtuh since moving in.

It was all rotten on one side, and the rest of it was still a bit sappy. There are about twenty more hanging up on the branches. Perhaps we can have a makan-durian party?

A baby durian we found fallen from the tree. RIP. Hope at least one survives to ripen. 

A baby durian we found fallen from the tree. RIP. Hope at least one survives to ripen. 

So, the seeds and vegetable matter we throw into the compost have been sprouting. Soon I shall have a new tomato to eat! (The plant itself is a bit wilted though, sadface.)

So, the seeds and vegetable matter we throw into the compost have been sprouting. Soon I shall have a new tomato to eat! (The plant itself is a bit wilted though, sadface.)

En. Raman and Skillz

There was a time (not so) long ago… when people didn’t have sms or cellphones or data devices or blogs or social networking… AND IT WAS HELL, especially when you lost the scrap of paper you had written the gardener’s number on. And the garden was growing crazier by the day, and it was stressful, and you had NO GARDENER because you lost the fucking scrap of paper.

I told this sad story to a friend who said ‘does he have Facebook?’.

Maybe he does, what do I know? If anyone should have FB it’s gardeners, dammit! Then maybe FB would be less crazy, and more people would grow plants.

Anyway, I wrote a note and left it on the gate of the house where I saw him last.

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