Dibber
A dibber or dibble or dibbler is a pointed wooden stick for making holes in the ground to plant seeds, seedlings or small bulbs. Dibbers come in an assortment of designs including the straight dibber, T-handled dibber, trowel dibber, and L-shaped dibber.

I seem to have become a collector of dibbers. The large dibber in the photo was made long ago by my dad from a recycled spade handle. I think he liked it for potato planting. The classic T shape dibber is my most useful; it’s useful to have a handle to grip onto to make it easier to apply pressure and  create consistent hole depth, the wooden ones without handles are good for ‘up close’ planting although a pencil may be almost as appropriate as the tiny one. The tin one is most appealing to look at.
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The dibber was first recorded in Roman times and has continued mostly unchanged since. In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, farmers would use long-handled dibbers of metal or wood to plant crops. One man would walk with a dibber making holes, and a second man would plant seeds in each hole and fill it in.  From the 14th to the 17th centuries dibbers became a manufactured item, some made of iron for planting in harder soils and clay.
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A few hints to make your Chelsea Flower Show visit as hassle free as possible.

• Temperatures can be extreme. Wear adaptable clothing.
• Rain is not unlikely and can be torrential; a waterproof hat and raincoat is a good idea. Umbrellas can be a hazard in crowds.
• Sunshine can be stiflingly hot. Take sunscreen and a hat.
• Sensible shoes are essential, and flat, waterproof soles are best as the ground can become muddy if there has been heavy rain.
• It’s worth buying the Chelsea Flower Show catalogue as soon as you enter the grounds. Map inside back cover, to find facilities, meeting places, bank, lost property, first aid posts and much more.
• There is a left luggage area at the showground.
• There is a bank at the show grounds and it will exchange foreign currency however it’s a good idea to take plenty of cash with you.
• Reduce the contents of your handbag and pockets before you go but be sure to take a notebook and pencil.
• It can take ages to get from A to B at the show so if you are meeting someone allow plenty of time
• If possible visit the loo at times other than the lunch hour rush.
• There are a range of eating outlets at the show – plan to eat early to avoid a rush
• If you consider buying seeds do your homework about what kiwis may legally bring back into New Zealand before leaving NZ. Before you can establish if a particular species can be imported into New Zealand you will need to find out what the scientific name is (genus and species). Of course you probably won’t know what you would like to buy until you see it, but if you’ve got your heart set on something do research in advance. The Ministry for Primary Industries plants biosecurity index (the searchable database of approved species) identifies approved species for importation by their scientific name; you will not be able to search by the common name. Only species listed in the Plants Biosecurity Index with a valid seed for sowing import specification (e.g. Basic, see 155.02.05 under xxx) can be imported. Check out the web.
• Your ticket does not allow you to leave the show  and return
• Sloane Square is the nearest underground station to the show (short walk down Lower Sloane Street), Victoria is the nearest mainline station (there is a shuttle bus to Victoria as it’s a bit far to walk), buses go down Royal Hospital Road and Pimlico Road and Sloane Square is a  stop for many bus routes. A taxi may be best caught in Sloane Square rather than beside the show because of congestion. Beside the show taxis arrive at the Bull-Ring Gate and Chelsea Embankment.
• If you leave the show early and would like an unusual public garden to visit, the Chelsea Physic garden is at 66 Royal Hospital Road just a short walk down the road from the show. London’s oldest botanic garden, Chelsea Physic Garden was founded in 1673 by the Worshipful Society of Apothecaries for the purpose of training apprentices in identifying plants. It subsequently became one of the most important centres of botany and plant exchange in the world. It’s got a café and book/gift shop too.
• In the other direction is a beautiful shop Daylesford Organic - albeit expensive and a little pretentious – but it has appeal for gardeners; it has a cafe too. Daylesford Organic is at 44B Pimlico Road and you can walk there from the show.

 
The show can be exhausting. Take it easy.
It may sound a bit like a military operation but it’s worth it –
 its the greatest flower show on earth      .
Enjoy.
Fionna
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Autumn foraging
by Fionna Hill

Autumn is the season of the harvest.  Last weekend in South Wairarapa, New Zealand, my nieces and I went roadside foraging. From the ground we gathered acorns, chestnuts, walnuts, spindle berries, beech nuts, cones and more. And to follow when we came home we put together appealing mixes. The pomegranate, clove oranges, and Greek olive wood egg came from previous adventures.

 Many flowers and foliage colours are golden, russet, orange and red – my favourites.  And berries have appeared – some edible and some unfortunately poisonous. Some tree branches are becoming bare at this time, but those with a few of the turning fiery shades in their leaves are special.   Gather up the fallen leaves and display them in a bowl. Later the changing of the seasons from summer to winter brings bare branches of deciduous trees.  A couple of large branches alone in a large vase set on the floor can look sculptural and elegant and make a simple statement on their own. Choose good quality stems, not quantity.  For shorter branches place a couple in a glass container so that the whole line of the stems can be seen.

Fennel growing wild on the roadside has lime/khaki seed heads and stems can be long enough to stand in a huge crock on the floor.  The vegetable garden supplies good branches of seeds too – like parsley, fennel or angelica.

The orchard too can produce some splendid treasures. Branches laden with edible fruit make wonderful decorations. Green persimmons or quinces on the stem look amazing indoors. Bought fruit used as a decorative item can turn the edible into an artful feast too. A simple bowl of oranges looks great or a huge shallow bowl of shiny red apples can be dressed up by placing candles at random throughout it for a low-level design with high impact.  I once used a huge bronze Indian Urli for this purpose for a function and it looked impressive.  Gourds, small pumpkins and maize add good colour and interest and are long lasting at this time of year too.  Autumn is a bountiful season with great richness. ©

​MENZ  SHED
 
 By Fionna Hill
 
I did some homework on MENZ SHED a couple of months before moving to provincial New Zealand and decided that I was a starter.
 
My branch in Greytown has an active female membership of 25% and is happy to increase the number of women. Plaudits to you Greytown because I gather this isn’t the case with some other Menz Sheds. There was one other woman on my first day and about nine men.
 
I arrived to live in Greytown and, before I even finished unpacking boxes, I snuck down to see the Menz blokes. Not wishing to arrive empty handed, but unsure of the system I took a small, peculiar, probably industrial, metal pedestal table that I bought in a junk shop near Dunedin years ago. I wanted to convert it to a side table for beside an armchair.  It’s black with abundant rust traces. The top was actually a sort of ‘lazy Susan’ but I can’t think of a sensible reason why I would want to revolve a side table. I want to keep my scotch and soda at arm’s length and not spinning out of reach like at Yum Cha.  I bought a vaguely wooden round table top in a dump store for it and when I took to it with sandpaper it fluffed up like candyfloss. I need to learn about faux wood. I want to do a decoupage decoration on the table surface but Menz is probably not the environment for this less practical stuff, although they encourage suggestions for future skills practice and there are many skills among members.
 
The blokes look askance at my table and suggest black paint or varnish to cover the rust and patchy surface. They clearly want to ‘tidy it up’ more than I do. My idea is ‘rustic industrial chic’.
 
The workshop has masses of machinery and the men help me with the names of gadgets that we use. Ratchet. Combination square. I’m all over it. Not. I had my eye on a grinder that has a sort of tiny floor polisher looking attachment made of lethal metal spikes. Someone says it will take the rust on my table down to silver but I don’t want that. Anyway, Les says it’s too dangerous for a newbie like me. I do some sanding and wire brushing and Les saws off the nails sticking out of the bottom of the legs with sparks flying everywhere. I can’t work out why his trousers don’t catch fire.
 
John’s wife Eve shows up and is my first female colleague at Menz. Looking like an astronaut because of head safety, she whips up a perfect looking wooden bowl on a wood turner and helps me clean the gunk off my table legs with white spirits.
 
You can’t complain about the membership fee – just $30. With it comes my own ear muffs and protective goggles that immediately have my name emblazoned on them and are shoved into a dusty pigeonhole, which will have my name on it as soon as my sub is in the bank. How cool is that?
 
Morning tea is announced by a loud hooter and we all clatter around a large table for tea, coffee and biscuits. Dunking your gingernuts is OK and one gentleman ices a slab of chocolate cake in situ, complete with a lone candle. He doesn’t want to talk about the obvious purpose of this cake. No problem.
 
A Scout master joins us for tea and asks about someone teaching scouts to make a knife. There are lots of suggestions and then, by pure chance, a former blacksmith and new member turns up. He has great suggestions and produces a gigantic sharpened cleaver sort of instrument from his pocket and like Crocodile Dundee proclaims, “That’s not a knife. This is a knife.” Fred tips out the morning tea gold coin donation coins and some comic has donated metal washers.
 
The second week, I take an old office chair, bought at the Whangarei dump store for $2. The blokes look a little startled but they will get used to my stuffed stuff. They kindly carry it for me to an operating table and soon Pete has the raggedy splintered wooden seat sanded smooth and clean and sends me to the supermarket to buy coconut oil to oil it. A vigorous scouring with a metal pad reveals a patina on the table metal but the pads’ plastic composition is almost useless. Mental note - bring an apron next time or wear scruffier clothes. The following week my chair is ready to go home to my desk and is clean and au naturele, not over-tidied and varnished. 
 
I’m going twice a week to this blissful Menz Shed retreat and take along items that I never dreamed of bringing back to life.   
      
The fundraising knife sharpening day is extraordinary and confirms that I have indeed joined rural New Zealand - but that’s another story.

The deputy principal was apologetic about the children’s school edibles garden when I went to apply for the job - and then I saw it. The bones of it were fabulous with masses of potential.

Two imposing handmade stone walls on two sides of the garden are made from volcanic stone which is an important characteristic of Mt Eden. One wall is high and invites climbers – plants not children. The soil is rich volcanic too.

The garden had patches planted by a previous children’s gardening group and exploding with large cauliflowers, broccoli, parsley and edible flowers so the overall impression was inspiring. One bed was loaded with buckets of growing salad greens (ready to fundraise the following week at the school fair for $6 each), mature citrus trees with some fruit and potatoes just up. There was timber to make a modest DIY compost heap.

A highlight was an eccentric miniscule round concrete building with a knob on top like a honey pot that had housed swimming pool chemicals – they were going to remove it. “No, please don’t!” It is a whimsical feature of the garden; we will grow climbing edibles like beans and Malabar spinach and turn it into a cute fairy house folly. Or climbing hops could look fabulous too?

Only three trees include a huge old elm tree covered in its soft lime green bracts creates  the obvious spot for an R&R table and chairs, a silver birch tree a little the worse for wear, but fresh green buds just opening and  a pittosporum – not my favorite tree but a tree nevertheless. Untidy rubbish all over the place wasn’t on my radar. We’ll soon deal with that.

A week later an unofficial group came while we waited for the school fair to transpire and school life to settle down. The children were all ages, from several classes and bursting with enthusiasm. The proposed tomato bed was easy to pull weeds out of and at one end two kids added blood and bone and some soil mix in a narrow mound to rev up a tiny patch which was then planted with six donated pea plants by six children as keen as mustard. It’s tricky to spread the favored duties around when there are only six seedlings.  

Another bed was overgrown with weeds in rock hard earth – weeds came out without their roots so large garden forks were employed to dig out huge clods and shake the weeds out of them. This was hard work and not a highlight – helpers mysteriously drifted to other parts of the garden. Several of the children had taken their shoes off and were wielding large garden forks. When I asked about this they conveniently omitted to tell me that they had taken their shoes off at the gate and that is where their shoes still were. One little girl wore jandals. The shoe rules changed the following week - closed in shoes to be worn at all times.

In our first session some areas were vaguely cleared so that the fair visitors the following Saturday would have a better impression. Dead brown grass in neat wide lines around each raised bed sent a non-organic message until the groundsman assured us that the spray he used was organic. 

The pittosporum, albeit imperfect, has disappeared although I asked for it not to be chopped down. Unlike me, I decide to keep my mouth shut and get off to a diplomatic start in what I’m certain will become a superb schoolchildren’s edible garden.

Pot Pourri is defined as ‘a mixture of dried, naturally fragrant plant material’.

Just because it’s winter, and not an ideal time for drying flowers, it doesn’t mean that you can’t make an interesting perfumed selection of other materials to display in a bowl on the coffee table. Choose a mix of textures and colours for variety and buy an essential oil of your choice – here I’ve used a whole 12 ml bottle of Rosemary essential oil.

Nut shells, dried leaves and petals absorb essential oils and retain perfume - avoid using ground spices as they are powdery and make the mix look dusty as well as falling to the bottom of your bowl. You could add dehydrated fruit to this mix too. The cinnamon sticks have been tied in bunches with string.

To supplement the nuts and spices in this mix and also to add a softer and different texture, dried shitake mushrooms and lily petals were bought from an Asian supermarket. Also, fresh lemon verbena leaves were dried – they already have a lovely perfume and soak up oils well - but other dried leaves are fine too. The nuts here are walnuts, almonds in the shell, chestnuts, and eucalyptus gum nuts.

The volume you choose depends on the container you would like to display the pot pourri in. Here it looks lovely in a shallow long wooden tray with t-lights in glass holders interspersed.