Welcome to Geoff Jansz Farm.
In this space, we hope to share our philosophies, ideas and methods for creating a beautiful garden from which we can harvest wholesome produce year round, and from our home grown bounty prepare some amazing food. We’ll capture it all on phones, digital cameras, videos – whatever we have at hand to show you how it’s done!
How about a quick history of the Bowral farm. We need to travel back in time way back to 1994, when Clinton and Yeltsin agreed to not blow one another up, but David Kang used a starting pistol to blow up Prince Charles in Sydney, when Alexander Downer commenced his awful reign as opposition leader and when Christopher Skase found a last minute loophole and dodged the extradition from Spain. What a year we lived in…
We lived a year in Hawthorn, a suburb of Melbourne, away from our extended families in NSW but close to my new job hosting Channel 9’s “What’s Cooking” program. Great year, great house, great suburb – but we missed life in the country. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a Melbophile; both daughters live there now. Sport, restaurants and artistic expression are acknowledged and celebrated internationally, and my Melbourne friends are genuine and lifelong. But seriously, how long can one survive without turning a pile of compost! We needed proper eggs and our own fruit. So, Natasha and Olivia were strapped into the child seats and it was off to “Farms for Sale” at Woodend and Red Hill. Rural enough to run a working farm, and close enough for Dad to come home every night. Beautiful properties were going for a song in the early 90s and we were ready to hitch our wagon to a mortgage. Then, bang! Our second epiphany: who’s going to babysit?! Keep driving… 1000km north to our home turf, Bowral.
The farm hunting resumed as normal, except Natasha and Olivia were scribbling on Val’s and Christine’s walls, not the real estate agents. Our mantra: north facing slope, must have bore water, must have rural zoning for cooking schools and food production. The other stuff was a given – proper schools, shops and amenities.
Elysian Park was for sale; it had everything we wanted except the price tag. However, in the blink of an eye we had the keys to the front door, and the bank manager – my family jewels in the palm of his hand.