My tomatoes have begun to flower. And flowers because fruit. With 35 plants in and growing well I am hopeful for an abundance of tomotoes soon. I do enjoy the anticipation in the measured progress of growing vegetables.
What do you do when you have an enormous tree in your front yard? Decorate it with Christmas baubles for the whole neighbourhood to enjoy. This tree is twice as big as the house and what are quite large baubles look teeny tiny.
Oh quel plaisir to dig in the soil with a brand new trowel. The crisp, pointed edge goes into the dirt so easily, the smooth wooden handle a pleasure to hold. It makes weeding almost fun.
Tomato seedlings are in the ground. The rule in Ballarat is not to plant them out until after Melbourne Cup Day for fear of frost. A dozen are now in two neat rows, ready to grow like billy-o. May the vegetable gods smile upon them!
Indoor plants are fussy creatures. They require more attention than I give them and often end relegated to the veranda, presumed dead. But sometimes, they make a remarkable recovery despite being ignored, and come back with vibrant green vigour (and minus the fuzzy white bug). I discovered this morning that my exiled Elephant
One crop of broad beans means broad beans in perpetuity. This year’s crop I put zero effort into, except for harvesting a big box this morning. Thank you for feeding me, mother nature.
The vacant house next door to my friend’s place has a front yard bursting with gorgeous pink roses. Given there’s no-one there to enjoy them, I brought a few home and popped them in my favourite vase to give them the adoration they deserve.
The roses are stunning at the moment, throwing out their scented beauty to the world. Some are well tended and others grow vibrantly despite neglect, like this pink one next to a rusty gate.
It sounds like an English pub name, but here it’s the result of serendipitous neighbourly gardening. The folks next door grow beautiful roses that I get to admire over the fence through the curtain of grape vines on my side.
One of the advantages of having terrible fences is that the wildlife drops in and hangs out in my garden. This spring I have been joined by a couple of rabbits who potter around nibbling the grass, twitching their noses, and generally being incredibly cute. Their fluffy white tails bob around when they
