While hanging the washing out today, a flash of red in the veggie patch caught my eye. Twas the first strawberry of the season flaunting its fruitiness in the afternoon sunshine. Its bottom is not ready yet, but in few days I shall savour the tiny burst of flavour. Tis the flavour of
It was so nice to have hours and hours of sunshine today. Spring is finally warming up and the garden is beckoning me out to pull acres of weeds. I was rewarded with a refreshing Argentinian beer after my labours, in the warmth of the late afternoon sun.
How glorious is this blossom? A single tree may be charming, but a sweeping country driveway, lined both sides with these beauties is simply enchanting. Spotted in a backstreet in Creswick North this afternoon.
It may look like a sad little veggie patch, but it is in fact a new bed, full of the promise of salads to come. Freshly weeded and dug over, it is now home to a flock of baby lettuce beginning their journey into the big wide world, shepherded by the oregano and
Ballarat’s public spaces are very well kept by the city gardeners. In Sturt Street this evening I spotted a new flower installation with letters. I pondered, is this shortened form of Ballarat? Then pondered some more and realised it is floral representation of the football. They even have the white posts behind the
I don’t think keeping a venomous snake as a pet is a good idea, but I guess the idea of one is probably better than the idea of a guard dog. Do these people have a resident serpent or are they serious about not welcoming visitors? Whatever the case, it made me chuckle.
There is merit in starting, even if one does not finish immediately. The grass is daunting this month, growing like someone’s been sprinkling cocaine on it. I have made a start! Half cut grass is a start. The rest is not so terrifying now.
I love the soft beauty of the quince tree in spring. The flowers open out into soft clouds of white, but the buds are pink with the most extraordinary fine detail.
The giant marble skull outside the Bendigo Art Gallery is really quite fabulous. Entitled ‘Keep On Keeping On’, it sits up on the hill grinning ghoulishly down on the traffic hurrying by.
No matter what the weather, there always seems to be some Marigold flouncing around my garden. Her orange splendour makes it easy to gloss over the mess in my garden and wallow in flowery magnificence.
