Still life with silverbeet

Sometimes I look at things like the small mountain of silverbeet I harvested today and think I can't believe I grew all that food. I can't really take credit for the mandarins, since I've not had much to do with the tree (although I've noticed it's flowering since I fertilised it), but that silverbeet is all me. Well, me and the genetic determination of plants to live.

I am filthy and exhausted after a day of constructing, re-arranging, transplanting. Bed-building, hole-digging, compost-churning, re-planting, tree-climbing (twigs and spiders in my hair from an adventure up the mandarin tree). I've been in a distinctly off mood all weekend, and the day out in the yard helps. It doesn't solve the problems, but it gives me something more interesting and constructive to think about.